The gallery
Silence please
Yams and peas
Next to a goblin
Who ‘ppears to have fleas
Passing someday
To new accommodation
Brought by wind.
Most hangings not
My cup of tea.
Others gambol
Wistfully.
Pen to their lips
Or hands on hips
Looking through deep
While I’ needing sleep.
The feature contributor
Loves himself
Longingly
And answers half
Songingly.
To their blushing
Surprise.
Seeing with hazed eyes.
Music was Rachmaninoff
Til all took off.
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