Poem of 2024
(Long and hideous toes 🙃)
Lookin' At The Future In Her Rear-View Mirror:
'No Mullet?' She Asked Him.
He thinks of all the hairstyles he has had
throughout his life, and not a single one
has been a mullet cut, a style so bad
that if he had his street-cred would have gone.
He would have been a total laughing-stock
in Liverpool, a living breathing joke,
a thing to ridicule, a thing to mock:
a really, really awful-hairstyled bloke!
But though he's never had a mullet cut,
a darker secret he keeps safe concealed,
a door he will forever keep tight shut;
the Things within should never be revealed!
But, still, because she's sad and needs a treat,
he posts a picture of those funny feet. 🙃
He finished speaking, bumped her with his hip;
she bumped him back and went on with their trip.
The night was cool, the watching Moon was pale,
and now it was her turn to tell a tale.
💐
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=OV5_LQArLa0&pp=ygUxd2FsayBvbiB0aHJvdWdoIHRoZSB3aW5kIHdhbGsgb24gdGhyb3VnaCB0aGUgcmFpbg%3D%3D
👣YNWA👣
Walk
...no you'll never walk alone
I imagine all the elfin folks
the ones with keen ears
and eyes that sees the glades
in prismatic colours
Your ankles must have wings once
when as a baby
you were visited by Manannán mac Lir
you must have flown to mystic land
where folklore breath and thrive
and you must have been kissed
by those that live in the mists
who sprinkled on you dusts of gold
that nurtured a kind heart and soul
🪽🌹
...no you'll never walk alone
I imagine all the elfin folks
the ones with keen ears
and eyes that sees the glades
in prismatic colours
Your ankles must have wings once
when as a baby
you were visited by Manannán mac Lir
you must have flown to mystic land
where folklore breath and thrive
and you must have been kissed
by those that live in the mists
who sprinkled on you dusts of gold
that nurtured a kind heart and soul
🪽🌹
