Two sit in the chairs
Another person turns and sits on the stairs.
The tall one has a cool beer
His friends laugh and joke great all in cheer.
Yet Thomas stands alone in the dark
Sad and moody for he had lost his spark.
The blonde turns and smiles at him,
He looks but shurgs and nods at Tim
But on she comes towards our dejected friend
Like a deer in headlights he checks his phone
Raising it to his ear he talks to himself in pretend
On route she passes the desserts and grabs an ice cream cone.
If you walk through the town
You may pass some people with a frown
This is due to their destination
For along the street of fascination
Or so the lyrics of cute say
Mumbling and chanting the pray
For at the end of the cobbled lane
Stands a portal of this plain…..
there once was a frog on a log,
Who sang to quaint ditty,
About his life with his wife in the city
You see she was a little hedgehog
Who loved her mate
But sadly she met an unkind fate
When during labour something went wrong
The nurse hit a gong
And out came a Spikey frog 🐸
Or as I like to call him a Sprog
Well it is that time of year for a 100 days, and it is almost over so a poem.
Hundred days hundred days is here
Panic ensues as pontifications begins.
The thought of creativity everyday fear
What to do, a poem, doodle or something may sings.
But no the time draws near
The day is almost at its ends
All I have left is my wordpress app
So lets try not to be pap!
No let’s have ago and start with a cheer
For hundred days is back again this YEAR
