A four line poem

I love that pink place
I want to go
I showed DH
But he said no

Done the bedrooms
Swept the floor
Now it's time
To write some more

Oh! It is so beautiful. I so want to live there!

Wonder if they work for the jam factory. Strawberry comes to mind. Yum.

There's a house near mine
That's very pink and fine
just next to the pub, (I'll have a beer)
locals debate it, many think it cavalier.

All true :-

www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2516422/The-pink-paradise-guest-house-Essex-complete-unicorn-sculpture-fairy-lights-window.html

Newist It''s good to hear your verse,
I fear the weather's getting worse
So soon you may be forced offline.
We all do hope that you'll be fine.

You've all made me laugh
On a wet winter's day
With draws and dog humping
You'll led me astray!

Sorry that didn't rhyme.

Lovely houses littleflo?!!! You haven't seen mine. Still halfway between Xmas and normality!

Hilda takes her doggie duties
Far beyond the usual norm.
If she offers herself up
She shouldn't be surprised if her foot has a pup.

The day is dimming
Where's it gone?
Feeling chilly
Will go and put some knickers on.

Feel another
Coming on
At this rate
I'll get nothing done

Cocooned inside our lovely houses
Wearing wooly vests and nice thick blouses
Writing poems erudite and witty
While outside the weather's rather awful really.

Need to clean
Need to dust
But instead I read about
Doggy lust

This dog is an old lady
But as horny as can be
She loves to hump a foot
And who offers her one, me.


This is the truth!!

Dog wanting a walk ?
That's not what the old boy wants
it's that hussey he doth stalk
as her pedigree she flaunts

I lay in bed and could not doze
Just thinking of this blooming prose
What to write that would sound clever
So I gave up, without endeavor

The dog is waiting for a walk
The ironing's waiting too
I cannot tear myself away
From chatting here with you.

Now lunch is done
and it has now gone one
so a bit lower we can go
see I took notice, Littleflo

Its very windy where I am
This internet is in a jam
My connection comes and goes
Just to keep me on my toes

Now listen folks and heed the warning
About what to post in the morning
no body bits or nasty unction

Not until we've had our luncheon.

Perhaps it's all been a bit too much
Especially with the ruderies and such?
A touch of the vapours or even a swoon
We miss you Newist come back soon!

Well Newist who started this wonderful thread,
Has not been seen since, has she gone to her bed?
She led us all on to start this daft game
Come back soon Newist and bask in your fame!

not sure what went wrong there.

Can't think what is the cause
Mrs. P has cut me dead
Said she was off to sort her draws
only replied, you've a big job ahead

Oooh Pompa very thin ice
Off you go and try to be nice
You'd better do the washing up
And make MrsP tea in a posh cup