Sugar puffed

Jolly good
knock on wood
the bells ain’t ringing yet.

It’s a Sunday someplace
must be near
old dears are in their
primrose hats and
that’s what old dears wear
to church.

(before the day breaks me,
oi think I shall takes me
a moment or two
to compose something new)

oh
Quasimodo’s on the road
there goes my tiny moment.

The grandchildren are sound asleep
(snoring)

I’m taking an inventory of
what I have and what means
most to me,
(alphabetically)
think it’s a touch of
OCD,
it could be on the BBC
but I don’t have a tv set
and it’s not on my
inventory,

but the bells ain’t ringing yet
score one for me.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.