QUICKER THAN A SHRIMP (cloud pt5)
Been catching currents in the wind,More than I can count.
I'll have to head over to the flower mill,
And open a current account.
While being on the ground,
Had to quickly step aside.
As the rolling hills,
Went trolling by.
You have to be faster to catch me,
Quicker than a shrimp sandwich.
That's what I always say;
Still I may lasso them one day,
Then ski home all the way.
It's hard working the flower mines,
Trying to catch croissants, As well
mining for the odd loaf of bread.
When you've got blue bells,
With daffodils ringing in your head.
It was strange seeing the rolling hills,
Trolling down the land come what may.
Of course I realised why they're flattening everything,
It's pancake Day.
Time to get home to catch a whirlwind
In the sand, Before day turn's to night.
To climb aboard a fluffy cloud,
Before day turn's out the light.
See you tomorrow, Goodnight.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-04-24 at 03:15
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