by | Nov 29, 2007 | Poetry | 0 comments

Glad the move went well to Evesham Road
But sad you’re standing in the cold

Of course your Mother knew the best
To keep you warm and wear a vest

A craft stall at Ledbury, could be evil
Surrounded by things, so medieval

You do this of course for your great love Neil
So warm inside, it should make you feel

Think of spring and a converted loft
With a Belgian carpet, on the floor so soft

Just bear in mind this noble cause
But don’t forget your thermal draws

As time passes by think how cold you felt
Instead of thermals, wear a chastity belt?


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