Whilst declaiming my poetry to a crowd
In a town that’s known as Stroud,
A young lady dressed in white
Said, “sir, it’s long after midnight,
And your voice is far too loud!”.
Whilst declaiming my poetry to a crowd
In a town that’s known as Stroud,
A young lady dressed in white
Said, “sir, it’s long after midnight,
And your voice is far too loud!”.
And as the night wore on
Miss White kept singing her song
Her dress turned to blue
Amidst the din and hue
And the night didn’t seem so long
(Apologies for my stupid little poem in response Kevin. Yours is goid!)
Your poem made me smile, Lorraine. You where obviously somewhere in that crowd and observed all the goings on! All the best, Kevin
YesKevin. I think I might have been. Though I could have been a ghost !
Indeed you could. And, of course ghosts often dress in white …