Easter Saturday morn, turned out to be wet and forlorn
no matter the weather we're cosy n' warm, together
Two sleeping felines intertwined twitching
tails n' noses
One Nan, with knee rug, knitting bag full
of wool n'lollies
One Mama baking up treats, whilst,
singing bad operettas.
Then there's me and my Da,
creating a blanket castle
A mighty fort of fabric n' cushions, chairs n' tables
No other place I'd rather be this soggy, rainy day.
I am a forteener.... and a forteener I will stay.
prompt: write a fourteener poem....I chose to make one with some wordplay involved.
Please note I chose to write without iambic pentameter. (often seen in fourteeners)
