When you need a break and want some fun, why not write your own poem or something and post it here? Does not have to be a brilliant literary piece, Here is mine to start it off.
.. Skin (Homage to Pam Ayres)
So glad I looked after me skin,
All manner of ills it holds in.
I've creamed it, steamed it
and caressed it with oils
My thanks for a lifetime of devoted toil.
My shape it is changing I have to admit but my
skin changes with me, no nagging critic.
Who calls it an organ? Horrible word!
My skin is so faithful and here to the end it
hides more secrets than the closest of friends!
I've scarred it with burns and cuts of all sizes
With a plaster or two and a stitch now and then
I know without asking that it is going to mend
How far can I go before it says no?
Can anything forgive like