Beth rides the wall of
Death
On Her old 1950’s B.S.A
Then grabs a trapeze
To the Ooooo’s of the crowd
And majestically swings
out of the way
Her dog still on her
trusty bike
She knows he will never
fall
Blindfolded and juggling flaming
swords
And doing wheelies along
the hall
But the Health and safety
men
Are far from Happy
Demanding netting and Hard
hats
And have told the dog he
has to stop
Chasing large or Ginger
cats.
Those hard-hatted safety men
ReplyDeletealways seem to put an end
to fun like juggling with swords,
I wonder if they must be bored...
of watching wheelies along the hall,
or scary clowns with great big balls,
or women who just can't write poetry
and should be ousted from society.
Well written Miss Lily
DeleteYour poetries good
But some might say
A bit silly.
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Hey Mr. Rob,
ReplyDeleteI wont get caught up in the poetry
That would be even more silly.
So instead
Dog covers head
Then goes chasing
How amazing
Large or Ginger cats
How about thats....
Gary, Gary, quite contrary.....
Well Mr G I do not see your poetry much these days. . . . . Then it seemed to turn up twice so I zapped one of them. . . . Im like that, although it does not mean you can have too much of a good thing. . . .I for one will always have too much of a good thing if the option ever turns up. . .
DeleteI am sadly still waiting for it to turn up so will content myself with ice cream.