Petes Poetry
Essential clothing
There's a sonnet
under her bonnet
a poem up her sleeve
a majical mystery to believe.
There's a rhyme
out of time
prose in her dress
even sheets of music in her linen press
There are songs
in her thongs
a story in her jeans
a mystical world of nightmares and dreams
There's a verse
in her purse
a ballard under her belt
a lament truly heart felt.
There's a word
to be heard
a vision hiding behind her glasses
a fleshy parody that none surpasses.
There's a lyric
that's satiric
her eyes see though every letter
she'll bare your soul if you let her.
Pete.
Copyright (C) Peter Riddoch 2004
under her bonnet
a poem up her sleeve
a majical mystery to believe.
There's a rhyme
out of time
prose in her dress
even sheets of music in her linen press
There are songs
in her thongs
a story in her jeans
a mystical world of nightmares and dreams
There's a verse
in her purse
a ballard under her belt
a lament truly heart felt.
There's a word
to be heard
a vision hiding behind her glasses
a fleshy parody that none surpasses.
There's a lyric
that's satiric
her eyes see though every letter
she'll bare your soul if you let her.
Pete.
Copyright (C) Peter Riddoch 2004
