Whimsy

A silly little poem I wrote last night when I couldn't fall asleep. Enjoy a bit of whimsy. 

Whimsy

I turned to him and said

“It’s going to rain

seven minutes ago.”

He replied

“And two hours after that

we'll have had a coffee

or three.”

“If that is the case,

we shan’t sleep all night

but then you are the

sort of man

who scoffs at sleep.”

He scoffed.

Of course he did.

This time yesterday

We danced all night

The day after tomorrow

we'll do it all again.

We’ll dance

as rain falls like pin drops

piercing skin

but never hopes.

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