Popping out to say cuckoo

Its easier to write
In verse I realise
The poetic license helps

A black poodle yelps

Like the nude emperor
You o foolish courtier
Will think this makes sense

A white picket fence

And now because I’ve stated
So blatantly, you shall rate it
Ridiculous beyond compare

Is a unicorn a mare?

Your hope for my redemption
Depends on the assumption
Marbles are still inside

A merry yuletide!

So shake your head and walk
Or perhaps stay and mock
While I dance my little jig

Oh and figue is french for fig!

To a faded friend

Did you know we would look at each other one day, and not be able to recognise what was important about the other? Or perhaps remember, but not care so much anymore?

I care. For one thing, because I hate change. I hated it when my mother changed her spectacles when I was in the eighth, I hated moving to a new house even though I was getting my own room, and I hate this.

But more than change, you meant a lot to me, at some point in my life. Id rather you disappeared after that, if things werent going to be the same. Atleast then, I neednt watch the steady deterioration. Of you in my mind, and perhaps of me in yours.

I don’t wear rose coloured glasses, and I don’t live in a world of perpetual sunshine. But I know this. If someone is important to you, and their position in your life is important too, you don’t let go so easily.

I don’t care anymore. But that is because I didn’t have any other choice.