“When our brains rush past our feet, we often end up in the sheet.”

Also, I’m a girl. I need options.

When a reader of literary fiction enjoys a lighter read. And I’d been waiting to exhale for quite a few weeks!

We leave our men at home!

Hermes orange, not EasyJet…

Be like Fuzzy Fuzzy!

Our wonderful children

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!