Nice bag, she says as I place it on the chemist’s counter.
Thank you, I say.
Yes, she says, admiring it.
Not likely to topple over.
A bit like me, on a good day, I reply
She smiles, the sort of smile that says, I better humour this guy, he might be dangerous.
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That’s a wonderful way to describe oneself!
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thanks, Beth; 🙂
Haha, if only she knew she’d become the subject of a poem!
so many people have become the subject of my poems ; to some I know i show the results in which they are ,mostly, pleased 🙂 I must put you in a poem one day, Carolyn 🙂
Puns don’t get you everywhere, I guess.
nevertheless I can’t get through a day without inserting a few into a conversation; mostly they are met with groans 😦
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