GOLDLANDS SLUMBERS

It's 3am at Goldlands

Cherry is fast asleep

Bernard King Junior is snoring

I am not making a peep

Outside the pussies are wailing

Frank Thring Junior is in animation

The cute little moggy from next door

Just found out about procreation

The hall clock is ticking life's minutes away

The rain has abated, all's quiet

With my new show approaching now seems like the time

To google a 'lose weight fast' diet!

But hark! Through the silence, I hear a dull rumble

Goldness gracious! What could this mean?

A tsunami? A floodrise? An earthquake again?

Oh. It's just Cherry's last night's baked beans...

Well this cup o'tea is dreggy

The flannos are calling like sirens

So I'll shuffle back now to my haven of cotton

And snuggle into soft environs

With a quick squirt of freshener towards Cherry's swag

I turn off the light & retire

I bid you sweet dreams, & a night sans baked beans

*Insert dulcet strumming of lyre*

Nightie night Gold Botherers, hope the angels & Sandman have kept you safe & snuggly warm,

See you at the HUGE re-opening of my monthly show May 7th. Pretty sure the excitement is what's keeping me up at night. 

Love, butterfly kisses & fluffy clouds,

Deniiiise xox