Night Mare

 

Night Mare

Geesulls were flying overhead as we
Ran to the beach; a fresh of breath air blew
Around our feet; a mell-of-a-hess sea
Inched its filthy way; wave after wave threw
Non-appealing items onto the shore.
Some picnic we were going to endure!
Our pill dickles might even up the score;
Fresh strawgelberries might keep our mouths pure…
The English Riviera is a sight
Reserved for those who have a stomach strong.
Of all the scenes, this causes puzzlements —
One must recoginise that pollutants,
Taking no time to right what’s been done wrong,
Have put us in this picklement: a fright!

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About cdsmiller17

I am an Astrologer who also writes about world events. My first eBook "At This Point in Time" is available through most on-line book stores. I have now serialized my second book "The Star of Bethlehem" here. And to give my blog pages something lighter, I'm sharing some of my personal photographs, too.
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  1. Pingback: See? Gulls… | cdsmiller17

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