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.
About Me
- BoguszBlog
- Chronic Fatigue slowly ended my career in advertising/graphic art, and I am now fully retired. To keep myself from loosing it altogether, I remain reasonably active, within limits, to practicing my art - pastels and painting. I am an optimist with a love of all things creative in life.
2 comments:
A couple of terrific creations, Fred. Ah lahk th' Boh!!! When are you likely to write one about your progeny's progeny? We await with bated or unbated breath a poem of praise to the new-born. If you are back and are reading this send us an email .. at your leisure.
Benire
Fredo
Don't like to think I kept you from sleeping and that we two were on your mind. However, what a lovely compliment, thank you. I'll have to think about some sort of reply for you and Fleur so give me time.
Love from Pea
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