Liana's Cherries

Liana's Cherries.

You feel the recent postings
have been suffering a dearth.
You rue the lack of poetry,
you rue the lack of mirth.

And you get this sudden urge to write
A desperate urge to create
You think your idea novel
With form borrowed from a mate.

You labour long and hard on it,
picking words certain care.
You scan the lines forever,
running fingers through your hair.

You believe it's fine poetry,
much better than the rest.
And you hope that you'll be cherried
'cos cherries are the best.

But the editors are missing,
no one's reading them at all.
They're off to Camden Market
where there's gonna be a ball.

And the folks that have been fighting
will pucker up their lips
and forgive their nasty postings
over amber drinks they'll sip

and make up for it.

Now Liana has returned from Prague,
she says she'll put things right.
And the cherries will be popping
And the future will be bright.

And you believe it's fine poetry,
much better than the rest.
And you hope that you'll be cherried
'cos cherries are the best.

And you believe it's fine poetry,
And to put your mind at rest,
you hope that you'll be cherried
'cos cherries are the best.