Tuesday, 30 July 2019

new years poem

Fireworks exploding like bombs
The dogs not that calm anymore.
The barking echos through the house.
The bad hungover parking tomorrow.


Nikki napping with a novel about nickles.
Fireworks frizzling and fuzzling
The noise is so loud I'm going to go deaf
The midnight countdown, too late I'm asleep.

Tuesday, 23 July 2019