Prose  at any other time is acceptable but in the late winter we need poetry.

A solitary ghoul hid  invisibly in the wardrobe with my dresses and
whispered poems into my ear.That’s my excuse and I never use it.
A hole  full of  invisible banging ghosts annoyed us all day and the
sea gulls annoyed us all night.Or perhaps it was the other way round?
A bowl full of tomorrow’s roses will be welcome tonight at dinner.
A rubber sole of discretion for spies is available on demand.Apply carefully
Getting a  fiery heart helps you to keep warm but it can burn out faster.
Abandon whips and shades of grey.We want roses all the way
About traces of flu…wash them away with TCP or hot Tea
Above soared the swallows and one bit my tongue …was that wrong?

Do the rich prey on humans ?
Absence makes the heart grow in yonder green valley where a pretty lady lives.
Absolute power disrupts  dissolutely and powerlessness is the same
A face in a hole depicts existential nothingness in graphic
detail.

It’s a cartoon  for tea today

God save our butter beans.

Long may you hear see sunbeams.

God waived our dreams.

Too many fools are stewing in all our state offices.
Did poinsettias come here from some other place or are they natives?

Immigrants?Send me back to Saxony to the farm my ancestors mowed/

Too many people let out their wrath.On immigrants
Achilles.. no deal

Too many fools embroiled

The finger on the dial keeps looking for the loo.