Once upon a time,
There was a bubble.
He met another bubble.
They fell in love.
They blew about in the breeze.
They had a falling out.
He popped off on a rose thorn.
He multiplied into multiple baby bubbles.
Blew away in a wind storm.
She was heart broken.
She launched herself to the floor.
She died popping off too.
The end!
Or was it!
They had baby bubbles where did they go?
Depends on the average life
span of the bubble and your
imagination!-
Are you ok dear?
You sound a bit warped!
You been on the funny tea again?
Why are you smiling like that?
Sort of lopsided and Willow the waspish!
Have you gone insane?
I see the problem I fear!
What have you done with your falsies?
no wonder you have that daft look.
You sat on them.
They’re stuck to the arse of your trousers.
No wonder you danced a jig!
You’ve been smiling from the wrong end.
Stick them back in the jam jar.
Let them have a bath and a brush up.
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being without you, my love.
You bring the light into my smile.
The warmth in my heart.
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Well hello March!
Come on in and bring
Spring with you.
Let the warmth of your
smile spread across the land-
North, South, East and west.
Bring about the springtime zest.
Air warming and comforting
Earth smells new and refreshing
Water giving life nourish and hydrating
Fire from the sun shining.
Make us wholesome and energised
New life bursting into the world.
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I get a notion that’s completely deranged!
There seems to be another life you have arranged!
I think I know where my favourite skirt is.
My dear, why are your words in such a tiss?
Are you on the verge of coming out of the closet?
I think we need to chat about the text, is it legit?
Do you have someone new?
You now bat for the other gender, a new love that grew?
Blinking heck!
You’re saying you have hickies on your neck.
Ok, well! You go and be the new you.
And go forth and be with him with your new name Sue.
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Dear Monday,
Please can you come back another day?
Maybe be another Sunday or even Friday!
Yes, Friday would be better.
Elongate the weekend.
Oh and if possible postpone the visit of the
Mother-in-Law.
She can be a bit of a scary person, criticises
everything possible.
I’m sure she takes great delight in poking holes
in my confidence.
I know my expectations are high,
But I would like for the bags under my eyes
to be emptied out flat to look like I am wide awake and a few years younger.
Thankyou-
the stars are bright
A glorious wondrous sight.
At one with the universe.
No need to converse.
Just peace, quiet and space.
Slowed down pace.-