The High Priestess of Poetry - aka Sarah Harrison
Awaiting Divine Inspiration
Recent Inspirations below....
PS Adult Content
"All Hail The Pestilential Virus" Sarah Moloney
All hail the pestilential virus
That's brought the poet out in us
The singer and the would-be stand-up
(Yes okay, I hold my hands up)
Performers manque by the score
The dancer round the kitchen floor
The fearless plus-size acrobat
The senior with the talking cat
The vicar who can do the splits
The nurse who cracks nuts with her tits
The guy who juggles wheelie bins
And makes Buck House from baked bean tins
And as for ace side-splitting capers
You can't beat good old toilet paper
We may be down to twelve bog rolls
But lighten up - it's comedy gold
Don the motley! Spread the slap!
Fart to Mozart! Gurn! Talk crap!
Who gives a monkeys what they say?
This spring it's showtime all the way
Shout it, show no hesitation,
Floreat Corona-nation!
With scruffy bums and shaggy hair
Let's raise jazz-hands and get out there!
Sarah's Walk*
Walking for miles the other day
I met a man along the way
As far as each of us could see
We were as different as could be
But both of us were far from home
Six feet apart and all alone
We spoke of silence, sunshine, larks,
Of open fields and gated parks
Of staffies and of daffodils
And as we parted, like two bells
Our voices chimed 'Stay safe. Keep well'
*PS she is allowed ONE a day and has been averaging 6 miles. WOW!
Walking for miles the other day
I met a man along the way
As far as each of us could see
We were as different as could be
But both of us were far from home
Six feet apart and all alone
We spoke of silence, sunshine, larks,
Of open fields and gated parks
Of staffies and of daffodils
And as we parted, like two bells
Our voices chimed 'Stay safe. Keep well'
*PS she is allowed ONE a day and has been averaging 6 miles. WOW!
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