An artist must wait for the muse to arise,
But there’s a thing more important than that.
We won’t get too analytical,
The words are quite critical,
But a poet’s as good as his hat…
This poem contains strobe lighting,
The language will throb ever quicker.
The content bedazzles like Beyonce’s vajazzles,
And some of the wording will flicker…
Bright tinted petals blaze perennial,
Each fondly bathed by Monty Don.
Matured in growth for years millennial,
The Hanging Baskets of Babylon…
Should embryos get their ears pierced?
I know it’s shocking at first glance,
But if it’s fine for babies,
then why not do it in advance?
Darkness and Light lived on my street,
Many moons ago.
They kept themselves to themselves,
And never said hello…
I wish I’d kept my Corgi toys,
Beautiful Carol, so slim, sophisticated and fast.
My made to scale, gold-finish
Corgi James Bond DB5, die-cast…