WANDERING THOUGHTS

How I wonder

when i wander

what Wanda is

up to – I knew she liked

Pandas at her local zoo.

I too liked the Pandas which

Wanda wandered up to but

the grime on the cage floor

turned off quite a few.

Sometimes I ponder

what Wanda gets up to

back in the swim of her native

Uganda, so I mumble away

like lost guys sometimes do.

So Wanda, dear Wanda  -

you may sometimes wonder

if we could have grown fonder

were it not for blue oceans

that lie over yonder and

which separates us two.

◄ THE ALLERTON OAK

SEA LEGS ►

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Sun 3rd Nov 2019 17:48

This is poetry!

Great poetry!

Po

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