Looking at hazy purple through bright pink eyes.
Dancing with soldier ants.
What a surprise.
Tickling yellow in a chilled out way.
Friday the last working day.
Off out to play.
Basking in the golden sun.
Fun day.
Breathing the green grass.
It's making me sneeze.

On oceans of blue.
The navy sails.
Warships, submariners.
Ensigns flying.
Blown on the wind
England expects.
Dare have no regrets of sailing the seas.
Nor flying the skies.
Surfing the internet.
Hunting hatred disguised
In generalised chatter.
A plane flies overhead.
Drops a bomb.
Boom boom, foreign friends dead.
Glad I'm indoors.
(c)Livvi