Saturday, 30 May 2015

Sunday Whirligig



cherry pink and apple blossom white
it' s too late baby -  its cold outside
unchained melody  - the very thought of you
nine carat golden oldies of the 50's

she  soft shoe shuffles wearing
her nifty little  pork pie hat
to a sequence of corny songs on the radio
the kettle's boiling
time for tea
must fly   - cheery bye
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7 comments:

  1. Jae Rose31 May 2015 at 02:59

    Not corny - just a quiet moment of joy and fun..i think we all need that escape in our days..made me :)

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  2. Old Egg31 May 2015 at 05:29

    Ah! The hits of my era. Now why didn't I think of that.

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  3. Cressida de Nova31 May 2015 at 05:31

    Pleased that you liked this ...just a bit of silliness!

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  4. De Jackson31 May 2015 at 09:05

    Nice! Love this jazzy little dance of a poem.

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  5. C.C.31 May 2015 at 10:31

    I love the alliteration in "she soft shoe shuffles"--that's great :-)

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  6. Anonymous1 June 2015 at 16:55

    Ohhh this is marvelous!!

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  7. Bastet's Waka Library2 June 2015 at 09:11

    Bravo!! This is fantastic!

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