7 December 2012
Words to paper no story to tell,
Just writing words what the hell.
Polar bear on thin ice,
Eating cold chocolate it tastes nice.
Lovely warm blanket Red in colour,
Snuggle under with ones lover.
Festive season called Christmas time.
The next one that's coming is called valentine, cupids and arrows,
toys like marrows,
a set day to say I love you seems a bit shallow.
Cleaning a house, washing the car, doing the ironing for me is one step too far.
Eat organic drink green tea must eat healthy is this dinner fat free?
January,
February,
March,
April,
May.
I've now ran out of words to say
No Sense Poem • Opuss № I