Did my ridiculous greeting keep me safe?

Chameleons playing charades,

Expert wool-pullers

Laden with artfully repurposed baggage.

Today there is no cascading creativity, no giddy keyboard trampolining.

And then he lay me on the bed,

Shoved loads of needles everywhere.

I’m used to it, I hardly flinch,

But OMG today I did!

But then she was exhausted and it wasn’t even 9 am.

Years ago, I locked eyes with a homeless young man on Regent Street in London. I really wanted to help him, but did't. I still think of him. It haunts me. I hope he is ok.

I'm slightly wobbly and the saddle hurts my bum

My husband plans way in advance,

While I sit there dreaming of romance.

Bold and eager before,

Now, she shivered, shy,

Why did her anger inevitably

tangle in discombobulated thoughts,

Before short-circuiting in tears of frustration?

The early twitter starts at dawn,

With teenage sparrows carrying on,

My interview on Substack!

Zigzag in and out the shoreline,

Prance through waves, it’s so much fun!

Can we go now?

Claim your free poodle-perm while histrionics last!

Cut the corner,

Take three strides,

Sit up straighter,

Feel him fly.

Justin Timberlake didn’t bring sexy back. I did.

If I could paint happiness it would look like us

My infinity lies beyond

Melting ice-creams, chocolate chins