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.

----oOo----

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