National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Tuesday, 11 April 2017

Blanket fort. (day 11)

Dedicated to Rebecca Brown, Bear, Becca. Beautiful lady.




What a dreadful day I have had
Its turned out pretty bad
Under the table
with my own kind of fable
In my adult blanket fort

Nope! not gonna answer the phone
Don't won't to hear people moan
Gonna hide me away
for the rest of the day
In my adult blanket fort

Need a squire to bring me some wine
For I am really not doing that fine
Even with beer
I could toast up some cheer
In my adult blanket fort

All I need is a moat
to get here you will need a boat
Bring me chocolate and snacks
Or you will get an axe
In my adult blanket fort

I really don't mind to get raided
for my enthusiasm has faded
A nice fit Viking
The thought I am liking
In my adult blanket fort

I think I may stay here all day
Those feelings can stay well away
I think I'll stay here
For the rest of the year
In my adult blanket fort.

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