Sunday, 6 September 2020

Realistic romantic poetry

Tread softly
for you tread
on my newly-cleaned
kitchen floor

to mop or not to mop?
that is the question

I wandered lonely as a
crowd of Rangers and Celtic fans
passed by
singing insulting songs
of Irish heritage and religious preferences

I came upon a fork in the road
and being indifferent to life
and not really being the adventurous sort
turned round and went back home
and it has made no bit of difference at all
and that is just fine with me.

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