Friday, 17 January 2014

More Wandsworth than Wordsworth

Wondering lonely in my icloud
A host of gold card bills unpaid
Angry crowds approaching me
I took to the hills where oft I’d strayed

I came across a lakeside parlour
Danced among the tidal laps
And winking at the sky above
In the margins of my sad mishaps

I popped a champagne cork with glee
Considered all things healthily
Dancing gold cards fluttering free
Through my window peering stealthily

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