Party

Up above the gathering clouds

the party’s in full swing

They are dancing on the floorboards there

as the storm here does its thing

It’s a party I would like to crash

(their light show’s the dogs bits)

Escape the rain that’s here right now

For the glamour there and glitz.

 

©Jemverse

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This poem is dedicated to Robert Harding

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