I’d like to go to sleep now
And dream of Timbuktu
And sing some old sea shanties
While I paddle my canoe
And sitting in the bow will be
The fairest in the land
The girl with richest raven hair
Tied up with velvet band
And when we reach the shoreline
And the night comes on to rain
We’ll shelter 'neath a banyan tree
Then paddle home again
8 comments:
Can I just clarify something, did you write this?
I did. Why?
Its bloody brilliant, really it is!!!! I am going to write it out and keep it!y
Good, good, good.
Good!!!!
Thank you.
It is good! And you said you weren't a poet... pfff.
I'm not. But 'pfff' is a good word.
Beautiful.
Thank you, Nutjrin. I fear, however, I have more in common with Kipling than with Keats.
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