By Sarah, on 12.05.10
Grounded I
There are shoes on my feet,
A scarf around my neck.
The bikini’s in the drawer,
The flip flops in the closet.
My passport is in hiding,
Only pounds are in my purse.
I had to set my watch back,
Back to the real world.
Grounded II
I feel I am a stranger,
Perusing a foreign land,
By Sarah, on 26.03.10
I haven’t yet had the chance to write about my trip to New York. In the meantime, here are a couple of poems (of questionable quality) which I whisked up whilst bored at work this morning:
TGIF
Thank god it’s Friday,
I’ve had enough.
Time to clear away,
And get rid of all my stuff.
The boot sale is a [...]
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