Peter picked his nose,
Sally plucked a rose.
David did has he chose,
and Betty made a pose.

Peters nose is now clean,
Sally's rose is still green.
David has a lot to explain,
Betty posed in vain.

by David Darbyshire

Comments (5)

When our senses for love is overridden. The the inner eyes to see further and beyond today..
Fated to be in a togetherness... thread of love - is their fate!
Maybe the fate of all love is fatal, but from death gives life...
'The fate of fatal lovers' - a much told story with a myriad of endings! Glad you added another to the list
fantastic poem! a spectacular message wonderfully expressed!