In the beer garden
out the back
enjoying the sunshine
like a trip to Bali
having a cold one
we got to yarning
so what is it you do mate
he said I write deathless poetry
so what’s that like I asked
it’s ice on trees for a million years
waving like little flowers
living down the rabbit-hole
always there for the good
anyway the skies are mostly blue
anyway he said it never dies
and what do you do
I said I’m a plumber too
delightful
ReplyDeleteDeathless poetry and the beer garden - perfect for a Friday night. Thanks Rob :)
ReplyDeleteeat me and drink me and where shall we go?
ReplyDeleteCheers Kit & Kristen...enjoy the night ;)
ReplyDeleteHa!
ReplyDeleteYes, deathless poetry.... you may have started something...
Lawless meets deathless...how could we lose?
Deletelawless, deathless, and the unless.....
ReplyDeleteoh f f s the lot of ys
ReplyDeleteHA!
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