Just kick them out, you silly lass!

Don’t put up with such lunatics,

With insane thoughts and evil tricks.

I’d hang around with Carolien,

Wait for my crush to cycle by!

A Poem. And some context….

My meteorological hypnosis.

And then your superyacht pops up,

It’s called the Lady Buttercup!

A floating mansion just for you

Next thing you know you’re in Corfu!

Queen Blabbermouth, she rarely posts,

Yet devotees earn more than most.

You’ll read it and your pulse will race,

Your libido reactivate!

Now that I’ve developed something of an obsession for poetry, it’s hard for me to fathom that it never registered on my radar until so recently. I always associated “grown up” poetry with obscure philosophical intellectuals, when I now know that it can be joyous, goofy and creatively liberating!

They arch their backs, stick out their bums, then do a little wiggle!

A poem for a very special sunbeam called Sabina.

My husband knows I have a crush

On someone else who’s really lush...

Oh Jackie!

They cook together, love to bake,

They’re famous for their great space cakes!

Ideas float like feathers…

Most men just hit the sack and snore

Their snot vibrating, such a bore.

Those sundried droppings are a pain,

They go all mushy in the rain.

How I love our funky baggage,

From which the cat escaped long ago!

Whoosh your curtains back,

And sparkle your wow,

On the washed wonders of this morning!

We had a storm this afternoon

Bellowing thunder, lighting too.

There’s a cute dude who does my grass with quite big ears and a cute ass…