May it devour you

What sort of people burgle old people? What the hell?

I never knew how much I loved you…

You couldn’t call at half past six

I wouldn’t talk, I’d get quite pissed!

Polite, I held the lift door…

But I wrote anyway…

There was a man who loved fake tan,

An orange lout, American.

Also, I’m far too nice.

Sunscreen de rigueur

“When our brains rush past our feet, we often end up in the sheet.”

Also, I’m a girl. I need options.

When a reader of literary fiction enjoys a lighter read. And I’d been waiting to exhale for quite a few weeks!

We leave our men at home!

Hermes orange, not EasyJet…

Be like Fuzzy Fuzzy!

Our wonderful children

Just kick them out, you silly lass!

Don’t put up with such lunatics,

With insane thoughts and evil tricks.

I’d hang around with Carolien,

Wait for my crush to cycle by!

A Poem. And some context….

My meteorological hypnosis.