Located within reach,
just catching,
t’internet halts halfway
between two poles,
can pick up
further down
but neighbours
wouldn’t like it.
Besides,
don’t know their passwords
till I’m told.
Ignore this shite,
I’m blogging ’cause I can do,
halfway ‘tween two poles,
I’ve found the line,
bleedin’ rhymes
are doing my brain in
but they’ll do in yours
before they do in mine.
Caught between prolific
and tormentin’,
trapped between
the devil and the deep,
let me finish up here
and I’ll try to
hold my schtum
with not another peep.
Caught between
the sunshine and the shady,
equidistant with
insane and not quite gone,
sitting in between
two rows of washing,
between two poles.
That’s it.
I think I’m done.
Nearly.
Feck it. I’m making no promises. 😉
Have you been out in the sun to long momus? 😀
Is that lovely Spring sunshine beginning to take its toll 🙂
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Too long in the sun? Is there such a thing? I’ll be rushing home from school today again to test that. 🙂
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cleverly written!
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