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Grabbing
His pen
He rushes
Semi
Hard
Into
His yard
Excited
Feet tap
‘Come on
Come on
Don’t be
Late’
Any
Time
Any time
Now
She’ll
Fly down
That path
He’s
Ready
And
Waiting
Both leave
Their gates
And as
He hears
Her approach
He looks
Upto the
Sky
Gives her
The eye
Points
His pen
Into the
Night
And sighs
To himself
‘Love is blind’
Lynn Hamilton
Thu 18th Feb 2016 18:13
You're welcome, Ray and thanks for re-reading. Although your previous interpretation fits very well. Of course you dare! x
Understandably so, David. Thanks for commenting and watch out for the toasters! x
Thanks for the clarification Lynn. This is now spot on and in your usual short pithy verses have it captured. As you say tossers. This thing reminds me of years ago when the saddos used to drop large rocks onto drivers from the motorway bridges. Dare I even put this on?
Ray
Lynn Hamilton
Wed 17th Feb 2016 20:45
*tossers
Lynn Hamilton
Wed 17th Feb 2016 20:43
Thanks for reading and commenting Ray. I wrote this with the toasters in mind that shine their laser pens into pilots eyes and the sick thrill they seem to get from doing such an act. X
This says to me how humorous and vulnerable the situation between the sexes can be and how transient the desires.
Ray
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Harry O'Neill
Thu 18th Feb 2016 20:34
Blimey!...first trumpets...now Laser- pens.