There is a comet coming
and if we rise real early
in the dark, cold night,
we might have a change
to get a glance,
to see this ball on fire,
a coming piece of hot ice from afar
pretending to be some kind of a star.
I doubt I want to leave my bed
as from description
I think that we already met
in a bar some years ago
and his name was Harry.
😉
Comments on: "The pretender" (8)
This just made my day! Big thank you, Ina..
Hi Cynthia, I am glad! Thank you!
Yeah, the numpty hit on me too.
You too huh? I don’t think we missed much ?
I think it burnt out somewhere! But your poem made me laugh! 😄
L&H xx
Oww it did? Then I need not get out of bed anyway! 🙂 L&H xxx
Yeah, I think it fooled us all. You were the wisest to stay in bed! 🙂
🙂 Indeed!