Monday Night

By Sinister Cutlass

Wed, 21 Oct 2015
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Streetlamps burn baldly
Tall, gabled roofs reach dark heights
There's smell of wood smoke

Whorls of whistling leaves
Warm dinner seen through glass and
Twinkling fairy lights

Now I study math
Triple integrals galore
Have I now ruin'd th'poem?

Certificate U
Poem
Surreal
Philosophy
Humour

Comments

Submitted by loquaciousicity on

No, it was well integrated...

Funny (& bizarre) poemsmiley

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

bit of fun, quirky. Dreamy view, then the slog (reinvigorated?) Rhiannon