Sunday, 24 August 2014

Lady In Waiting - another ickle poem!

There is a place inside my head
Where I drift off to at night
In order to review my day
With both eyes closed up tight.

No scarey thoughts are welcome there
Nor troubles of the world.
The only guests I entertain
Are lurcher dogs, tight curled.
It's there I'll pass a quiet hour
Before sweet sleep descends
Dreaming dreams of what may be
And pleasures without end.

Perhaps one day you'll join me there
Who knows - there's room for two
But till such time I'll carry on
Content to wait for you.


Some day my ponce prince will come!
(well, we all know what my luck's like).

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