Just off the coast of Belgium
Through roaring seas we sailed
Riding the crest of titanic waves
Our progress was curtailed

Whilst our hearts pounded, in gaping mouths
Our mobile island, dipped deep in the water
Whilst mermaidian sirens of the deep
Tried to lure us to, a watery slaughter

Each time we plummeted downwards
Screams of terror, came from the graveyard ocean bed
Seemingly awaiting, we soldiers of the sea
Where lay the sightless, eternally weeping dead

The cargo now loose, and listingly
Lost its equilibrium, so much in need
Each sailor prepared themselves to die
On which the hungry sea, was about to feed

The only lull, lay in lifeless disarray
One crew overboard, died for us all
Yet fear delayed the wake
As we sailed through another, oceanic wall

With trembling hearts, and courage destroyed
We ventured on, towards the Hook
The calm tranquillity, of the Rhine took charge
Each sailor, gave Poseidon's grave
One last fleeting look

by Jemia

Passing Clouds Of Fantasy
Rise from the Briar bowl
And scamper along the ceiling
Then disperse
Like a Hamadryad
On a dying tree
The soft cumulus, without
Begins to weep
Solitary droplets
Splattering on the rooftops
As a rainbow
Arches over the distant horizon
The sky clears
Whilst the cool Autumn sun
Shrinks with the cold
As light turns to twilight
As the creatures of the night
Sing a gentle serenade
As the trees, stretch, and yawn
In anticipation
Of the coming winter cold
Soon after the sun has set
Birdsong
Is silenced
By the hooting of an owl
And a variety of screeches
From creatures that prowl
The night becomes enchanted
And possessed of a curious mystique
Mesmerised by this sight
As the fairies of the night
Cast their magic
Quite unique

by Jemia

Antiquated hypocrisy, and historical echoes
Petty politicians, and ludicrous lords
Where they come from, who really knows
But they are oft crossing, angry, bitter swords

In reality, nothing much has changed
Future prospects, await in vain
As man, and nature, become estranged
A nation's pride, is on the wane

Great expectations, of hope, and glory
A scepter'd isle, now septic
Omnipresent hope, a fictional story?
And the doubting words of a sceptic

Unemployed multitudes, in discontented scorn
Political bias, and alien lies
Empty promises, hand-on heart sworn
Plenty of words, but are they ever wise?

As a new year now approaches
With mirrored contemplation, of ages past
Britain's grated kingdom, no longer encroaches
Distant lands, now free at last

Britannic waves, no longer ruled
Churchillian beaches, no longer fought on
Shakespearean isles, no longer bejewelled
Long gone are martyrs, like St Alban

by Jemia

I may have the heart
Soul, and body
Of a woman
But right now
At this moment in time
5:35 a.m.
I have the overladen
Bladder
Of a
Horse!
So now must
Remove myself
From the comfort
Of a many togged quilt
To venture into the cold
Uncompromising coldness
Of my bathroom

by Jemia

What progress the world has achieved?
What wonders, mankind perceived?
What ignorance is inherited at birth?
About the wonders of Gaia, and planet Earth?

What madness, or insane thought?
Brought war, or its onslaught?
What crazy *******-up mind?
Destroys nature, and human-kind?

What political, or religious reason?
Caused mankind, to cause this reason?
What in hell-bent furious fury?
Lent itself to destruction, in such a hurry?

And where does the blame rest?
As Mother nature, is squeezed by the breast?
And what of her arms, in which she holds us so dear?
That now tremble, in trembling fear?

by Jemia

It's somewhat ironic
That i'm quite good
At unravelling
Quite complicated knots
And solving puzzles
Both physical, and theoretical
Yet i seem unable
To tidy up my flat

by Jemia

My friends
And family
Call me
A bit of a bookworm
Which
I have to admit
Has an element of truth to it
As i can be found
Working my way
Through a myriad
Of books
Almost daily
Consuming
And digesting
Thousands
Upon thousands
Of words
Which eventually
Led to my downfall
Just at the point
Of my rebirth
Into a moth
I got squashed
By a dictionary
I was lost to words

by Jemia

I cried for help
But my voice was lost
In the wilderness
A silent echo
Carried on the wind
I remain
Unheard
And alone
In my saddening solitude
My voice
Now no more
Than a whisper
Of despair
As though my existence
Was never really
There
Other than a particle
Of dissipating
Dust
I will become
No more
Than a distant
Memory
Lost in the fading shadows
Of time

by Jemia

I once
Knew a girl
Called
Siv
I asked
If she wanted
To play
She replied
"Yes please!"
"Thank you,
"S'il vous plait
Thankfully
She was
Merciful

by Jemia

There were so many words
Floating around
Inside my head
That eventually
I reached an overload
And they began
To leak out
Of all my orifices
Then swamp the room
Then to flood out
Through my open window
Onto the street below
Swallowing swords along the way
I screamed for HELP
But that word
Had already left the building
And been swallowed up
In the now
Gathering tsunami
As my thoughts
Gathered more momentum
Than before
Then something bizarre occurred
As if this wasn't already
Strange enough
As my words
Started breeding
And cross breeding
Black, and white
Night, and day
Up, and down
Before, and after
****, and elbow
As i began
To drown
Night, and day
Became fused
And confused
Together
And began
To melt away
Like molten wax
Leaving only
A starry twilight
And for one brief moment
The words stopped
And numbers
Oozed randomly out
4 7 8 3 2 9 5 6
Then just binary code
Of ones, and zero's
Which then changed
To noughts, and crosses
Then becoming anagrams
Finally
There was a big bang
And all my words
And numbers
Were shot into empty space
And never heard of
Or seen, again
As i was left
Lost
For words
And the gathering
Silence

by Jemia

What is the use
Of being
As sharp
As a pin
If nobody
Gets
The
Point ?

by Jemia

Barnacles
Are like my depression
They stick
And aren't always easy
To scrape off
As they
Eat away
At my outer shell
Gnawing inwards
To my inner hell

by Jemia

I have to declare
It wouldn't be fair
To share
My despair
As my tears
Well up
And roll down
Onto my long
And now bedraggled
Flowing hair
Like knotted
Ringlets of rivers
My heart, and soul
Could explode
And implode
All at once
And all that would remain
Would be
A small mushroom cloud
Leaking
Tears
And
Doubt

by Jemia

If the truth
Were to be told
That sometimes
Everything i touch
Turns to mould

by Jemia

Pro's
LOVE!!!!!
Unity
Harmony
Bliss
Great ***?
Love is blind (at first)
Beauty is only skin deep
Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder
(get it out with optrex)
And if the bed collapses
I'll see you in the Spring
Con's
love....
End of Honeymoon period
Excessive wind?
Excessive snoring?
Messier than yourself?
Tidier than yourself?
Picky?
Financial implications?
FAR RIGHT
FAR LEFT
RELIGIOUS EXTREMIST
NARCISSISTIC
COERSIVE
BIGOTTED
RACIST
SEXIST
XENOPHOBE
­BULLY
DISLOYAL
CONSPIRACY THEORIST
None of the above?
Then there is hope!

by Jemia

As i faced my final journey
I lay dying, upon the cold gurney
A woman came forth, and shaved off my *****
As a surgeons' assistant, inserted some tubes
My head was in a different place
Betwixt A Midsummer Night's Dream, and Star Wars' space
And wondered also, was now the time for me to die?
On this cold metallic gurney, Upon which i did lie
About one hour, into this darkly dangerous op
A balloon went awry, my life came to a stop
This part of the op, not at all nice
As my fingers, and toes, turned to ice
I heard a hint of panic, in the surgeons voice
My life lay in his hands, i had no choice
The icy feeling, crept up to my hands, and feet
The surgeon managed to manage, my fragile heartbeat
And within a few minutes, he'd rectified the wrong
As my hopes of survival, again became strong
After a total, of about three, and a half hours
I wasn't yet ready, for my graveside flowers
Face to face with my mortality, had been really intense
As i was wheeled out from surgery, now possessing four stents
This all happened 1,545 days ago today
37,080 hours, or two, and a quarter million minutes, either way
118 days later, my second op, this for my RCA
Another three, and a half hours of surgery, not a good day
As again throughout, i was kept wide awake
The thought of which, still makes me quake
After much trying, it was deemed beyond repair
Wheeled out into recovery, where i had another scare
My system had had enough, and suddenly shut down
Like busy bees, suddenly surrounded by medics all around
And brought back to existence, avoiding the doom
As i sit, write, and remember this, alone in my room
And healthier now, than way before that time
With memories of moments, so supremely sublime

by Jemia

The tree now stood naked
Upon the hill
It's emerald green
Suffered under the Autumn chill
The rustic hues
And cooling colours
Greying skies
With darkening pallor's  

by Jemia

Crossing many seas
From far far away
Through rocky oceans
And stormy skies, and spray

There are no rules
To which they have to comply
No reasons are given
Or questions of why?

No passports, or visas
Do they carry
And none of them
Are likely to marry

Yet we are happy
To be their host
As they eventually drift in
Along our short coast

The only danger they face
Is being covered in jellies
Then eaten with bread
To fill our comfortable bellies

by Jemia

I am a philosophical cat i am
I purr their fur, i Siam
I am a Cherry Blossom tree
My blossom is me, metaphorically
I am a gently blowing Zephyr
A seemingly calm breeze, full of desire
I am Alice In Wonderland
Venturing down rabbit holes throughout the land
I am a festival of colourful sounds
Loving the Earth, and loving the ground
I am a story, yet to be unfurled
Still seeking my place, in this curious world
I am me

by Jemia

Tears
Have
Echoes

by Jemia

Upon a ponderance
About infinity, and beyond...
Got lost, be back soon!
It has been said
That the Universe is expanding
Expanding into what?
I cannot comprehend
An end
As surely space
Has no end?
So far, scientists
Understand about 5%
Of what space is comprised of
How they know it's 5%?
In 50 years, or 500 years
5% may be seen
As vastly over exaggerated
And that the big bang
Was no more
Than equivalent to a farting Squirrel
The rest is merely conjecture
And theory
Based on current knowledge
This cherry on the cake
May only be a crumb
Or fulcrum
Time to go venture
Down some wormholes
Black holes, Dark Matter
And perhaps a few rabbit holes
see ghosts of neutrino particles
And their distant unknown relatives
Hiding on 'the other side'
Of the theoretical unknown
Just had a rollmop herring sandwich
Or did i?
Maybe
It was some kind of other reality
And i merely 'felt' the echo
Of another version of me
In a parallel world?
Time to go *** in a portal!

by Jemia

The clock
Hangs on my wall
The pendulum
No longer swings
But time still passes
As the hands
Marry at 12 o'clock
Twice a day
And have passing flings
As every hour passes
The minute always chasing
Then overtaking
The hour
Kissing the passing
Of time

by Jemia

Sometimes, lyrical
Sometimes, just my ears
Sometimes, it's the moon
Sometimes just a candle
Bleeding molten tears

by Jemia

Reams For Dreams
My current writing pad
Is behaving in a very seasonal way
As pages are falling out of it
Like Autumn leaves
Perhaps my writings
Are to heavy
As i scratch, and scrawl
My ink inspired ideas
Onto it's ****** white sheets
As i follow the trail
Inspired by my imagination
And my dreams
As they leak
Like ink on paper

by Jemia

If the world
Was indeed flat
I'm sure it would tip over
Just like that
Like scales
The weight of the West
Would unbalance
The rest
As we would then
Be catapulted into
The darkness
Of space
Equal
Only in death
Everything that lives
Can't just take
It needs to also
Give
Love, and care
Alone
Does not feed
The hungry
As words
Will not repair
The home
We all share
When we damage the Earth
We are damaging ourselves
Like masochistic
Warriors

by Jemia

I wonder
How William Wordsworth
Would of coped
If he'd been born
150 years later
Whilst musing over daffodils
As an electric strimmer
Cuts them down
Lopping off their trumpet heads
Whilst chainsaws cut through
Screaming trees around him
Hedge-trimmers
Hoovers
Or spin dryers
Noise
Surely would of affected
His poetic thoughts
Although i contend
That baaing sheep,
And the mooing of cattle
May of caused his brain to rattle
I wonder if Dorothy snored?
From what i saw
Many years ago
One rainy summer
There was no snow
I don't think Dove Cottage
Would have had any roon
For a spin dryer!

by Jemia

Wouldn't it be nice
If, one day
That it wouldn't be
Of any consequence
If you were straight, trans, lesbian, or gay
Or black, brown, pink, or white
No different
Whether you be ambidextrous, or not
Whatever your religion, or politics too
Just a respect
Of others point of view
So rid yourselves of guns
Bombs, or knives
Instead have a love for this planet
For the sake, of our children's life's

by Jemia

Last night
Whilst awaiting sleep
Thinking of dreams
I would'st not keep
The moon shone brightly
In the ink black sky
As moths, then fairies
Fluttered on by
My sensual sensitivities
That had remained unspoken
By the moonlight, and magic
Were gently awoken
I then sensed the presence
Of the fruit moon princess
She kissed me gently
As she began to undress
Her enchanting smile
And all knowing eyes
Reached into my soul
As she gently caressed my thighs
Writhing with pleasure
We were moving as one
Like beautiful echoes
Of a true love song
As our flickering tongues
Found new depths of delight
We were thus beautifully entwined
For the rest of the night
The fruit moon soon waned
At the dawn of the day
As i drifted off to dreamland
As my beautiful princess, faded away

by Jemia

People, have become like ghosts
Unseen, and invisible
Drifting off into the ether
Unlikely to see, or speak to
Until i communicate to saddened strangers
Or see, at the end of next week
Where i'll exist briefly
In the company of artists
Perhaps
It's the looming
Fruit moon
Where i become
Moonishly,, and mawkishly,maudlin
Alone with my thoughts
As i'll never adjust to this being
A single  lonely singularity
no wonder it's called SAD

by Jemia

Other Realities
What if?
This life we all live
Is a parallel world
And our dreams, and imaginings
Are the true reality
Yet to be unfurled
And our life
As it is now
Is just in our head
As we are estranged
From our sanity
As we dream in our bed
And everything we see
And everything we do
And everything we think we remember
Turns out to be untrue
What if?
The sky is purple
And the sea is pink
The sun is scarlet
And the moon is like India ink
Your eyes are your heart
And your brain is your soul
And your thoughts are jigsaws
No longer whole
And you can't join the pieces
And you don't know the place
As you look in a mirror
But you don't have a face
And you wake from this dream
Yet you're still fast asleep
As you get lost in your thoughts
Of other realities, that no longer run deep

by Jemia

Beach residents of a different ilk
The council once tried to milk
To fill their coffers, and fill their bag
In protest the residents, hoisted the American flag

The council now, were somewhat irate
As the beach was now, an American state
The beach party revolted, against their persecution
In 1822, began their American revolution

The floundered galleons, were now upside down
Forming a part, of the America Ground
As the flag flew high, the banners' star spangle
It's shadow now cast, over the Trinity Triangle

by Jemia

Dark Daffodils
An array of daffodils
Like yellow trumpets
Heralding new beginnings
Or ends
Heads bobbing, and swaying
Like armies
Marching
Like a sea
Of yellow ectoplasm
Gungy slime
Beautifully unattractive
Like a black sublime
Self loving
Self loathing
Dark pools
Mirrors Narcissus
Ripples of dark water
An undercurrent
Of grimacing sprites
One daffodil peers in
And is soon drowned
Lost in it's own self beauty
It's poisonous blood
Lies exposed
As dead fish float
Eyes staring upwards
Into an empty void
Through the flotsam
Of dead yellow

by Jemia

I saw a mouse
Where?
There in your hair
WHAT?
It wasn't wearing clogs
Sorry, i forgot
I wonder if clogs were commonly around
Back then
When?
That time when big wigs
Were in vogue
Bigwigs?
Back in Georgian times
When mice were oft
Found within wigs
Are you on something?
Should i be?
Lucky i didn't mention the rats
There was me thinking
Rat hair was just knots
I wonder historically
About *****
Don't even go there
Goodnight!

by Jemia

In 2019
People were known
To cough
To mask
Breaking wind
In 2020
People were known
To break wind
To mask a cough


by Jemia

"I self identify as black"
Said a white Woman
"I self identify as a Woman"
Said the Transwoman
"I self identify as a Christian"
Said a former Muslim
"I self identify as a Muslim"
Said a former Christian
Self identity
Is about the real you
And who you are
And how you feel
As an individual
The only thing missing
Is acceptance
Of self identification
I personally
Self identify as a Woman
Said the post op Transwoman
But generally
I self identify
Simply
As me
Label free

by Jemia

Today
I entered a frozen portal
To a winter wonderland
And immediately
Felt the cold iciness
As my hands seemed to burn
I wore no gloves
Nor a warm coat
But did have a hat on
As i ventured further
Into the cold
I could see an imprint
Of a frozen unicorn
And also
As though caught mid-flight
Some frozen salmon
My only tool
Was a small ice-pick
Which i used, diligently digging my way
Through the thick pack-ice
I was aware
That i was close to getting frostbite
But carried on regardless
As i could see
I was close to my final destination
Finally
I was there
As i carried out
My last bag of ice
And tipped it into the now
Near full
Kitchen sink!
I think perhaps
In the future
I will defrost my freezers more regularly!

by Jemia

20 years ago today, i got talking to my then wife, about all the imbalance in the world, and that sooner or later, the have nots, will respond, and react, to those that have, the basics of drinking water, food, and a roof over their head, and medicines. and that some of these will lash out be it religious, political, or racial differences, or all three, and that i had a really horrible feeling something was going to happen very soon. i'd never had such an extreme 'instinct' like this before, but had no idea how it would be acted out. this ramble/rant lasted for an hour, but i felt i had to tell her, but was hoping it was just a severe moment of angst. the next morning, i got a phone call from my wife, she said "turn the telly on!" a plane had crashed into the World Trade Centre, and like everyone else was thinking how terrible, how could such an accident happen? then everyones nightmarish worst possible thoughts were confirmed when the second plane crashed, and the real horror that this was a deliberate act hit home. yet it was like watching a dystopean Hollywood disaster movie. and it scared me further, as i had kind of sensed it the night before, it for me was almost like a predictive text. ive witnessed the best of human behaviour, but ive also been on the receiving end of the worst, so i live life with eyes wide open. receiving the good people with open arms, whilst trying to understand the bad, and what made them that way, and would echo the words of John Lennon "give peace a chance" i know this is just a hope, and that Utopia for some, is another persons nightmare ie one persons meat, is another persons poison. variety is the spice of life, i just wish we could all accept our differences, i live with a small dollop of hope, but realise that my ambitious words written when i was 16 "love peace, and peace will love you" were naive, but hopefully one day 💕🦋💕

it's that time of night,
when there is almost a complete silence,
other than the screeches of foxes,
or the occasional cat fight,
and the clanking whirring of my ancient laptop,
which was forged at the beginning of time,
surprised
it hasn't got a starting handle
to crank it up,
it's original owner was a vicar
(which i mentioned before, and joked
that the 3 most worn letters were DOG!)
! think i may need a cranking handle for myself one day
(not a euphemism,
nor a euphonium
come to that,
although an euphemism
could ultimately lead to euphoria,
whereas an euphonium
will only produce wind!)
methinks time for sleep....
dreet sweams 💕🦄🙂🦋

by Jemia

If you can't judge a book
By its cover
Or the first tantalising kiss
From a lover
As you read through the pages
Traversing the stages
Of each chapter in life
The cover may be crumpled
And well read
The new lover
May seem good in bed
It's when the honeymoon
Has come to an end
That you may discover
Your lover
Is also your friend
Or you write
A fresh chapter
To your life
A romantic mystery?
Or a bloodied knife?

by Jemia

I once saw a cricket
Playing cricket
On a sticky wicket
With a piece of willow in hand
But he got bowled out
By a Yorker
As he didn't understand
That hopping around
Between the bails
Left him undiagnosed
In his second innings
Hopeful of new beginnings
He then got rapidly stumped
Betwixt a maiden over
As his wicket was left exposed
Forlornly he left the field
And drowned his sorrows in nectar
Vowing never to play cricket again
As he changed his name to Hector
Sadly this was short lived
As he hopped along a lonely road
A long slimey slippery tongue popped out
As he got swallowed by a toad!

by Jemia

What strange webs
The witches weave
So contrary, and so contraire
A curious magic once conceived
Lies floating in the air

I wave my wand
In a curious sway
And cast my spells around
Speaking a magic of long gone days
When the world was magic bound

So i weave my webs
And cast my spells
And dream of times now past
When the moon shone brightly in the sky
As the witches shadows were cast

by Jemia

A curious little butterfly
Casually hovered on by
And dallied a bit around me
Then flew up to the sky

It's wings looked a touch moth-eaten
Just like a cheese cloth shirt
I knew it was female though
As it wore a pretty skirt

It soon returned from its flutterings
To check me out once more
And asked me if i was a butterfly
Because of what i wore

I was dressed in multi-colours
From head down to my tail
But had no wings to fly with
Or sails on which to sail

The butterfly looked much amused
As it smiled a butterfly smile
Don't worry about your lack of wings
As i really love your style

I curtsied to this butterfly
But was secretly questioning why
How on earth is it possible
To converse with a butterfly?

So i racked my brains as much i ought
And pondered for a while
Then decided it didn't matter
As again i began to smile

And the fiddler in the background
Played his merry songs
The sun shone shining brightly
Throughout the day so long

The butterfly wasn't a butterfly
Beneath this shiny day
It flew off into the distance
Back to the land of Fae

by Jemia

My Pixie friend
Was a rather plump little chap
Also had a bald patch
Which he hid beneath his cap

He was fluent in many languages
And could tell a good tale, or two
About his curious life in fairyland
And of his sojourn in London zoo

He road on the backs of Robins
As he had no wings to fly
Had had many a chat with fairies
As he gazed at the moon, up high

His name was Happy Horatio
He liked smiling like a clown
And told jokes, and played pranks
I never saw him frown

He loved to dance to music
And would dance the night away
Whilst quaffing mead aplenty
In the magical land of Fae

One day i asked Horatio
Where did his life begin
He said he remembers nothing
Other than once he was rather thin

But then he developed an appetite
For trifle, and chocolate sauce
Followed by strawberry jam, and spongecake
But got to heavy for his horse

I was sure he was much to small
To ride on a horses back
He told me it was a Shetland Pony
And that he simply had the knack

As he was able to talk in horse tongue
And asked it which way to go
His horse was a very good friend
But puzzled as it never seemed to grow

He then packed up his silken bags
Then slowly, and silently mooched around
"Ive got to now leave", said he
"Ive been summoned back to the underground"

So no more yackety yack
He smiled as he bid me farewell
"I'm returning to the land of Fae"
"Where i live in a dingly dell"

by Jemia

Lunar See
there is a beautiful golden orb
floating in the night sky.
i thought at first
it was my otherworldly friends
coming to take me home,
but it's just the
Moon!

by Jemia

I always thought
That if the world
Was about to come
To an abrupt end
By whatever means
Be it climate change
World war three
Or a wayward asteroid from space
That i would be ready
As i had planned
To stick my head
Between my legs
And kiss my ****
Goodbye
Unfortunately
Now
I hadn't allowed for me
Developing
Coming down with
Sciatica
Which kind of makes
Sticking my head between my legs
Or anyone's else for that matter
To painful
So it somewhat scuppers that plan
Plan B
................
I have no plan B

by Jemia

i don't want to fall in love, i want to drown in the flowing stream, and the rambling brook, running over the gleaming shiny pebbles of love, as fishes swim around, and tickle our feet, and have our arms encompassed around each other, as our two hearts beat in harmony with the delight of it all. my beating heart awaits this moment in anticipation x💕🦋 time for dreams **

by Jemia

Just watched a documentary
About the 1980's threat of nuclear war
Of the valliant women of Greenham Common
I remember the fear, when i was aged 24

I remember this fear so easily
As i remembered the same in the 1960's as well
I remembered also, images of Hiroshima, and Nagazaki
I remembered nightmares aged 10 of hell

I remember the fear, of mutually assured destruction
I believed it could happen at any time
As ive witnessed the actions of men in power
That seem to think genocide, isn't a crime

And as they push their 'starting' buttons
And watch their exploding penises fly high
Seemingly switched off, from all reality
As death, like rain, falls from the sky

It's funny how mushrooms grow
Kept in the dark, and fed will *******
The nuclear pox is contagious
There are no vaccinations for it

by Jemia

Ug ugger ug!
Ug?
Yeah, ug!
Oh ug!
You got it!
Wow!
Don't you just love poetry?
Ug!

by Jemia

How quickly time
Evaporates
Like early morning mist
On dewy meadows
As silvery dewdrops
Fall freshly
From fading frozen webs
As they shrink
And dissipate
Into the ether
Of an ethereal world
Sweet as sugar
And as smooth as chocolate

by Jemia

Last night
I fell in love
Which was reciprocated
A warm glow of happiness
Entered our hearts
I felt that we were
In paradise
It happened
As i was walking
Down the street
And a woman
Dressed all in black
Ran over to me
And declared her undying love for me
She was all aglow
As she took me by the arm
And said
That we needed to talk
I somehow knew her
But couldn't quite figure
Where from
But i knew i felt the same
Electricity
It was wonderful
I then realised
She was a vicar
I told her i was not religious
At which point
She kissed me
Strange dream really
With a vicar of Dibley type woman

by Jemia