Deep down beneath the plughole,
Beyond the hair and fluff,
There lies a secret kingdom,
That’s filled with washed-down stuff
So as your bath is draining,
Don’t dally getting out:
The last water drop that leaves
Carries you down the spout!
Keeping Beeston Buzzin' Since 2011
Poetry, Thoughts and Stories
. . . the diary of an imperfect soul
Shortness of Breadth
We're All Momming here
My life written through poetry
"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart." William Wordsworth
Poetess. Author of Vein.
...moments of unexpected clarity
she writes stuff sometimes.
Tigers not daughters
let there be rhyme
Frolicking In The Ocean Of Fiction
Flash fiction tales of humor, horror and whimsy