15 November 2012
Green eggs and ham. Bread, butter and jam.
Salt and pepper shakers. The reverend and the makers.
I want to write a poem. Wait, nothing rhymes with poem.
Oh yes actually... Sewing?
Hmm maybe not. Ooo look a dot •
My humour is bad. Trying not to be sad.
I need a distraction, Just some late night attraction.
I miss your face, God! I'm such a disgrace...
Waiting Game • Opuss № I