~Kissing
the Ceiling~
Just
wait and see, for failure you’re bound,
He
calls it home? A hole in the ground?
It
gets no light, the paint is surely peeling,
You
stand up straight, and bump into the ceiling!
Oh
let them talk, I know where I am bound,
It’s
nice and bright – our home beneath the ground,
The
paint’s just fine, and overcome with feeling,
At
break of day I rise, and kiss the ceiling!
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
...another person's treasure. Nice job!
ReplyDeleteThanks! :-)
DeleteIndeed a treasure.
ReplyDeletehappiness right where you are. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Viv, thank you, Nan!
ReplyDeleteI'm good with it.
ReplyDeleteJust a question: what's "painy's"? paint? or counterpane? (I thought that quilt was beautiful)
Hi, Barbara, it should be "paint's" (paint is ) :-)
DeleteSometimes the computer can play tricks.
Nice rhyme here, Sasha.
ReplyDeletePamela
Thank you, Pamela!
DeleteWonderful rhyming!
ReplyDeleteopposites
Thank you, Gautami!
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