The morning after, the night before
I hear, emptiness’s baying roar.
I shall give in to wordplay
Which, helps the stretching day
Pass. I shall drink
My tea.
Watch the devil wink
And think
On 3.
The morning after, the night before
I hear, emptiness’s baying roar.
I shall give in to wordplay
Which, helps the stretching day
Pass. I shall drink
My tea.
Watch the devil wink
And think
On 3.
Your poem made me smile, Kevin. I remember these days.
I’m pleased my poem made you smile, Robbie. All the best, Kevin