Tidy, my house?
Not.
Not with Kids,
Not with Cats.
Tidy, my house?
Sometimes...
When the mood lands,
When help is offered.
Tidy, my House?
Yes!
With or without help,
With willpower.
YOU ARE READING
The Book of Dreams
PoetryFrom my first efforts to get published as a teenager, to some of the things I have thought about during University... experiences of Death and loss, as well as drunken poetry rambles. Poetry helps me to think about things that are happening in life...
