PASSING THROUGH MY MIND
It seems strange to me,That people like to read,
The things that I have written.
But it's like that old song,
Two and a half thousand reads.
A week can't be wrong,
So as far as I can see.
There must obviously be,
Someone that likes to read.
I'm heartened, Astounded and stunned,
How many people like to read.
I guess I'm not the only one,
That escapes the drudgery.
By engrossing in comradery,
While reading just for fun.
Then again what should I write about next,
For I never really know how the ideas flows,
Or which muscles of my mind I should flex.
So if you're out there somewhere,
Sitting comfortably for your sins.
My mind whirls uncomfortably,
Let the next story begin.
One upon a broomstick,
Flying through the night.
With a dragon by my side,
I know I said a dragon;
But infact it was the wife.
Spirits in the attic,
Ghosts within the wall.
Creepy crawlies in the kitchen,
All getting ready for the ball.
It's the barbecue of many seasons,
For all the shape shifting things.
The delicious Delicacy to eat,
Are the deep fried butterfly wings.
The Snuggle tooth tiger creeps in,
Sending some into a muddle.
It stealthily moves across the floor,
Then pounces just to get a cuddle.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2025-05-14 at 02:32
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