He said it once
Never again
Now it's like a seance
To contact her man
Spirits appear
As soon as she speaks
A future so bright
Turning so bleak
Can she break the ice
Dropped into his whiskey?
Or call on the departed
(Far less risky)
Does he love her?
Yes-No-Yes
Definitely maybe
She'll just have to guess
So she raises a glass
Time for a toast
Here's to loving & leaving
She's marrying a ghost!
An intriguing and totally original poem. Great stuff, Ruth!
It was a lover and his lass,
did make the bed springs creak so;
of uisge baugh let’s raise a glass,
to Jimmy and that girl called Flo,
who furiously their mattress trashed,
that spring time, ho ho ho ho.
they went so fast they now have passed.
those lovers busted all the springs so,
hey ding a ding, ding, hey ding a ding, ding!
Apologies Ruth, possibly something to do with what I drank last night!
😊
Creaking bed
Trampoline springs
Dream lover
Ghost calling
Who cares!❤
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John Botterill
Fri 28th Jul 2023 21:40
Fabulous. Entertaining and intriguing, Ruth. You leave us guessing. I love it 😀