A Poem That I Texted

It’s raining; it’s pouring –
this October morning.
Off out for a walk did they head.

With pub fire calling,
its warmth tempting all in,
Molly, through the rain, she yet led

poor Jake and poor Rachel
(though still were they grateful
for a lift and the invitation).

Whilst I can sit happy
in this Bristol café,
and return anytime to my bed.



Image credit Pinterest

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