Wasn't sure what to expect,
The title sounds cool to me,
Called it that for a little fun.
Didn't think I had the right.
Couldn't find the words in text,
The next door neighbour.
The one we like,
l think she looks drop dead.
Popped round the other night,
Carol would have invited her in.
Apart from me on my migraine bed,
She could have stayed for tea or coffee.
She had heard about Doreen and daisy,
Thought she'd cheer us up.
Brought round a big box of chocs,
Me and the wife thought was very sweet.
Although me being diabetic cannot eat,
Being piggy in the middle passing sweets.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-06-03 at 02:22
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The title sounds cool to me,
Called it that for a little fun.
No texts
I wasn't going to write,Didn't think I had the right.
Couldn't find the words in text,
The next door neighbour.
The one we like,
l think she looks drop dead.
Popped round the other night,
Carol would have invited her in.
Apart from me on my migraine bed,
She could have stayed for tea or coffee.
She had heard about Doreen and daisy,
Thought she'd cheer us up.
Brought round a big box of chocs,
Me and the wife thought was very sweet.
Although me being diabetic cannot eat,
Being piggy in the middle passing sweets.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 126 times
Written on 2023-06-03 at 02:22
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