I lay in the sun,
My head in her lap.
She runs her fingers through my hair.
"I was a Tory last night but it paid off," I said
"A Tory?" she replied.
"Yeah, I used TRESemmé,"
"I love TRESemmé, how is that Tory-ish?"
"It sounds like Theresa May,"
"Oh, fair enough,"
And she went back to running hands through my hair.
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As It Is
PoetryShort bits of writing I come up with in my everyday life - I try to see the world as pretty
