Those Places We Go For Comfort – A Poem

Oh my goodness!   Of course I have every intention of mopping down the balcony bricks.  If we wear flip-flops,  I can always put that off until tomorrow 🙂

Those Places We Go For Comfort
I’d hardly advise to take
just the slightest offering.
How could I be
more honest than that?
If you must,
go on and take it
– during the cocktail hour –
before those  naughty green fairies
come out to play.

Ellespeth

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