Napowrimo 26/14

DAY FOURTEEN

LOVE IS RARE

There's nothing on the shelves that can compare

In supermarket heaven love is rare

My love is my night light but not my sun

She always paints her lips more rouge than red

But when she comes she comes more dull than dun

From every tippie toe up to her head

Rings of roses in purples reds and white

And too much powder she wears on her cheeks

My love is still my night light my delight

And when the morning comes that's when she speaks

Her wisdom goes before her this I know

But pound the streets and find another sound

Cos no one ever saw a goddess go

And when my baby walks it's on the ground

In supermarket heaven love is rare

There's nothing on the shelves that can compare

14042026/Shakespeare sonnet 130/end line rhymes

napowrimo 2020 #1

VIRUS INVISIBLE

Happening everywhere under the sun

yellow blue black an' white an' brown stroke red

she may be red but not as dull as dun

an enemy that goes over my head

What will happen if the night sky turns white

and red - unlike the chops upon her cheeks

which way will we delight in her delight

there's nothing I can say although she reeks

This new virus invisible you know

we can't see it or even hear its sound

numbers undertaking all on the go

and lose - how many more will go to ground

Although coronavirus might be rare

it's too early to know how to compare

01042020/SH130