I swung from the ceiling,

till it all crashed down.

Bang, crash and sawdust,

Red wine, egg, clown.

My sis came and saved me,

She cooked me some food.

Iv been talking her ear off,

She’s been calming my mood.










You’re out in my girl-cave

quietly tinkering with your bike.

I’m sitting back on my bed

listening to MaryJane’s non-stop chatter

She really does chat a lot.. 

And Relaxation is in the air.