Sunday Sunday's are for catching up with family Catching up on sleep Catching up on #life And catching yourself

Figment Of My Imagination I always wonder where the line of 'memory' ends and 'make believe' begins At what point do memory's take on a #life of their own and create a future that could have been? Is that still a memory? Or is that pretend? A gap in memory can be filled with a possible situation or happening. But a continuation of something that has ceased to exist cannot be replaced with a memory past the point of the end Is it then or now Before or after real or fake Dead or alive Who really knows

Nettle Bum There was an young boy from Woore His bottom it was very sore He sat in some nettles Instead of some petals And now he can't sit down no more

misshapen banana He wasn't as popular He wasn't as ripe He wasn't as yellow They weren't so interested in the unusual type. With his brothers all gone All alone in the store The misshapen banana Could bear it no more With her awkward smile and jam jar glasses The lunch-breaking worker left behind by the masses. She pondered a drink, a cake or an apple Then eyed the banana with an interesting cackle The misshapen banana With his unusual looks Was as perfect for her As a library for books A crooked smile from both their lunches complete Momentary bliss Until she began to eat!

Peas Peas They're green They're mean They're gonna make you lean Peas