Friends

Dreams can be odd things. I woke up earlier than usual this morning with a limerick I'd dreamt. And bugger me dead I couldn't go back to sleep until I'd purged these words:

There’s a bloke I know and can recommend
A champion of the underdog with an honest hand to lend
A life dedicated to fight
For justice and what’s right
Bernie Mendis, my wonderful witty friend

But not to mention his better half would be a no-no
A sassy lassy looking for a fair go
A lady with multiple talent
Time with her is entertaining and well spent
Pauline Darby, my witty and wacky friend also

So there you have it! Weird hey? I guess your poem about me stored itself in my subconscious and elicited this nocturnal response.