~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!ReplyDelete
Indeed a treasure.ReplyDelete
happiness right where you are. Well done.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Viv, thank you, Nan!ReplyDelete
I'm good with it.ReplyDelete
Just a question: what's "painy's"? paint? or counterpane? (I thought that quilt was beautiful)
Hi, Barbara, it should be "paint's" (paint is ) :-)Delete
Sometimes the computer can play tricks.
Nice rhyme here, Sasha.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Pamela!Delete
Thank you, Gautami!Delete