POEMS, POEMS ...

POEMS, POEMS ...

To All My Dear Friends

 

The poems just keep on coming ...

They come along each day ...

As soon as I lie down to rest ...

They write themselves, I'd say ...

Friends say that they enjoy them ...

I really hope that's true ...

I hope they don't annoy them ...

Cos that would never do ...

Some are ditties, limericks ...

But I suppose they could be worse ...

My current life??

Best summed up as:

"I go ...

From bed ...

To verse…."

Ffion