can't you see the tumbleweeds blowing down Poetry Forum Alley?
I am still here in this post apocalyptic world. I can feel a poem coming on.
With everyone gone, I feel like my creative juices are drying up....sigh
I know it is late on Saturday in merry old England but I have posted a story called the Comb Over Affair, which I wrote several years back. Its me trying to unleash my passion in writing (lol)
You know Jerry, I kinda feel like there are streamers, balloons in a big cold, empty hall. Sigh.....perhaps we need to RSVP for a time and place. You're the host with the most so start writing *takes a gulp of cheap wine*
ok shouted to the crowd 'there's a party at Jerry's place' Daffy declined as he is up to his eyes with other things. Skia is asleep. Hopefully Zoo will arrive with drinks and nibblies
Leave me alone like a wassack why dont you .....
Dance in front of a mirror while I do the work *boogies off the dance floor to get some friends*
Ok party on. Will let you announce it to haunted daf and maryd :P *dances with Delta on an empty dance floor*
pardon my blondeness. They could indeedy! Gosh what a good idea (except for the times when I reply to myself)
