Love Again.
Love sets up commotion, Bliss bombs ever in motion, Regulates each emotion, Love-a powerful potion, He loves me, he loves me not, Where have you got to, you grot? Why didn’t he phone? At his photo, cast stone, Then Cupid fired at me again. Love brings me rose-coloured brain!
Remedial Recorder.
Fifty years as an educator, Laryngitis my dictator, No wonder, you see, Remedial recorder was so me, I taught, in ascending order, Everyone to hate the recorder, This was not a needed a lifehack, Flowing tuneless songs, alack, Boys did the unmentionable, My eardrums now laughable, “Three Blind Mice” played so badly, Got them through…
Mystic Zen.
Scanning mystic spirituality, Part of family tapestry, Dead Grandma Society, Craving for robust cups of tea, Very vocal group, each lady, Neat, petite, but so snippy, Did they wave in my dreams? Waking or not, angels, it seems, “Lips zipped!” Great-grandma did say,, Many long years since she passed away, Spirits signs to soulmates shared,…
Self-Destruction. (5-7-5).
Capitalism Self-destruction, or mere glitch, In transportation.
Message for You.
Wearing such panache, Great buns passing as you dash, Cute kissable chap.
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