Thursday, 28 January 2016

Trick or Treat: A poetry post

Trick or Treat

When shall we three meet again?
A fancy spa, a pamper day.
When the hurlyburly's done
we'll kick back and have some fun.
Prosecco bubbling in the glass,
facials, nails, hot stone massage.
We'll flee the fog and filthy air;
robes of white we all shall wear.
We three shall put the world to rights,
for foul is fair for day and night.


© Cara L McKee, 26th January 2016