BIRDS OF THOUGHT
Some days I like to be,Catching strawberry flan's.
While fishing out to sea.
Then travel down,
The treacle mines.
To find some honey,For my tea.
Before netting a butterfly,
For my jam and bread.
So I have enough butter,
That I can spread.
Maybe a little left over,
So I can have a sup.
From my remaining,
Butter- cup.
With spiders lazing,
Across the web.
Listening to words,
Never said.
Dandy lions floating,
Across a sea of thought.
In a moonlit sky,
When its time to go to sleep,
Before another day is nigh.
Birds of thought go wandering by.
As we begin to fall in slumber
On a fluffy cloud,
It's time to say goodbye.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-04-06 at 09:43
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