Berry peculiar
On Friday night I had a sweet, but odd dream about a golden orb in a mouse’s ear. On Saturday morning, I set up my stand in the food tent at the Biscuit Mill market next to someone selling berries, so I bought a punnet of gooseberries to snack upon. That’s when I remembered my dream. How berry strange…
lusummers
crikey, you have very poetic dreams. mine are usually about strolling down the high street in nothing but bloomers and a dusty top hat, or having cups of tea with a flock or purple sheep. a mouse with a golden orb? poetry that is. or possibly the mouse version of a james bond film.
skinnylaminx
Bloomers? Top hats? That’s poetic for sure… but probably a limerick 😉
lusummers
bloomers and top hats aren’t poetry in these parts, just your general every day wear for a farmer’s wife.
skinnylaminx
A farmer’s wife, name of Lu Soomers,
Started to spread nasty rumours:
She told all her pals
On the internet, “Gals!
I ALWAYS wear top hats and bloomers!”
Susan
Heather & Lu
Have plenty to rue
From their practice of corny poetics.
Unlike their friend Su
The librarian who
Wears her top hat to do alphabetics.
lusummers
oh god, you’re too clever for me. very good, the pair of you!