CHRISTMAS CAKE.
BY SANDRA HARRIS. ©
A month out of date
Christmas cake, I love you still
Crumble in my mouth
A HAIKU ON WEDNESDAY: CHRISTMAS CAKE BY SANDRA HARRIS. ©
poems
COFFIN… A TINY POEM BY SANDRA HARRIS. ©
COFFIN
BY SANDRA HARRIS ©
On the news tonight
A little coffin shop in Spain
Where a woodworker prepares
For a COVID winter
A POEM ON FRIDAY: ON ENCOUNTERING A HANDWASH APPARATUS WITH A BASTARD SENSE OF HUMOUR. BY SANDRA HARRIS. ©
Wash your hands
The sign read
Honey, you don’t have to beg
I squeezed the knob
Held out my hands
It came all on my leg
BOILER: A TINY POEM BY SANDRA HARRIS.©
We called while you were out
Sorry we missed you
Your boiler needs
Regular maintenance
To ensure its continuing
Safe and efficient
Operation
Please call this number
To arrange a suitable
Appointment
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