A view

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A view

Sea-sculpted cliffs
and wind-worn trees,
sun-blessed hollows,
a whispering breeze.

Butter-fat cows,
corpulent sheep,
balancing birds
snatching quick sleep

on taut phone lines
humming their tune
to the amorous face
of a twilight moon,

as the night draws in
and the earth exhales
on a handsome view
in the Yorkshire Dales.

The butterfly

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The butterfly

The breath on a mirror,
a whisper in the breeze,
ephemeral, ethereal,
susurration of leaves.

Kaleidoscope of colour,
athletic like agility,
breathtaking, scintillating,
sugar spun fragility.

Entre Nous

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Entre nous 

I thought she was the one, 
But now she's on the run. 
I loved her from afar 
Until she stole that car. 
She's left me, entre nous, 
Returned my billet-doux.  

I felt love, at first sight 
The night I saw her fight.
 The six pack on her belly, 
Reduced my legs to jelly. 
She's left me, entre nous,
 Returned my billet-doux. 

She's got the kind of looks, 
You find in horror books. 
More scars than Al Capone, 
She's what they call big-boned. 
She's left me, entre nous, 
Returned my billet-doux.  

Her breath could floor a bear,  
You ought to hear her swear. 
Van Damme thinks she is scary, 
But only cos she's hairy. 
She's left me, entre nous, 
Returned my billet-doux.  

I see the girl beneath, 
Who cares if she's no teeth? 
Our love was pure, symbolic 
A shame she's alcoholic. 
She's left me, entre nous, 
Returned my billet-doux.

 She's going to be a loss, 
Though she gave, not a toss. 
How will I replace this wino? 
I'll have to buy a rhino. 
She's left me entre nous, 
Returned my billet-doux. 


Entre nous:  Between us Billet-doux:  Love letters

Botox

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Beauty
Young woman with flawless complexion
Sets heart on a Botox injection
Beautician she slips
Needle misses her lips
Gets a wrinkle free nose on reflection.
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