The city lights are calling me
The train has saved me a seat
The street criers want to win my purse
I’m getting out of bed
I’ve found a blossom tree
And a squirrel by my feet
He looked as if he wanted to curse
Then he stormed off with haste and dread
All the shops look glittery
People stroll with a seaside beat
I hope their burns don’t get any worse
Or else they'll be all flaky and red
Just got into my nightie
I should really get something to eat
I open the fridge door, still full of alcoholic blurs
Then I remembered, I’ve got no bread
About the Creator
Chloe Gilholy
Former healthcare worker and lab worker from Oxfordshire. Author of ten books including Drinking Poetry and Game of Mass Destruction. Travelled to over 20 countries.
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