Who be thou lovely vision,
(A vision of cherubs, which float and fly with angels and stardust!)
It be my beloved Fenella!
She dangles with herself over the balcony,
and with roses and posies,
calls forth to my soul,
And I travel to her as if carried by the dessert sands.
Sands. Of the deepest dessert. Sands.
And Maxx...the Shed poem is inspired brilliance!! ( begin standing ovation )
This is, of course, just my very humble opinion: I would be really blue if this thread died a death. There are at least three potential Poet Laureates - shhhhhh - here and one of them ain't me.
( settle and end standing ovation )
I agree Maxx: Ya'll are just warming up now. Please continue at your leisure yon Poets o'er The Pond ( insert cheesy grin )
Nitro exits, stage right.
Then falls in a drunken stupor down some ill-placed stairs...