This Year

It's been a year
and Yoshi meets me
on the same wall,
he's grown a designer beard
but he hasn't shrunk.

I remember him waving a bottle
with a worm at the base
and daring,
he ate the worm himself
and we all gagged.

Yoshi is the only person
who calls me Pretty Woman
he tells me
that Moshi (name made up cos it rhymes)
met someone else

So we cry a little bit
and then we take a taxi
and they're all there
just the same,
except for a few new
blackberries

which they hide sheepishly
cos' they know the rest of us
will tease them unmercifully

Lala has extended thumbs
and asks why I never reply


Dyspepsia is less this year
Sophie has a baby
and Yoshi walks me
to the métro

I blow a kiss
and wonder
if this will be
our last year.




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-04-13 at 20:50

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NicholasG
Once again you've kidnapped my mind :-) I am lucky in that the destination is nearly always magical.
xox Nick
2010-04-13