Fantasy of an Old Girl

Fantasy of an Old Girl

There is a playground
in my comedic soul,
where heart and bone,
muscle and blood
come together like
Cow jumping over Moon….
pirouetting like a deer.
Little dogs do always laugh
when I lollop on by,
trying to catch a
dishy old dish and
spooning round spoon….
Ah…. an ageing old girl
catches the tail of that moon;
It’s the quickest way to heaven.

 

Dedicated to Peter Thompson, The Old Boy


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