Home
ABOUT US
Recent Posts
- Bygone Days and Relative Treats.
- A Tribute To Tina Turner by Harriet Blackbury
- My Rescue Tabby Cat
- Bubble & Squeak
- A Tribute To Burt Bacharach by Harriet Blackbury
- The Turning Year (Catching Up) by Harriet Blackbury
- A Tribute to Jeff Beck by Harriet Blackbury
- Old Memory Lane
- Some Memories of Lamont Herbert Dozier
- A Tribute to Olivia Newton-John by Harriet Blackbury
Recent Comments
- Back And Forth on
- Back And Forth on
- Pitch Perfect on
- Pitch Perfect on
- For The Love Of Music on
Categories
- Animals (73)
- Family Life (285)
- Friendship and Trust (127)
- General information (3)
- Hope and Encouragement (169)
- Irony / Inevitability (140)
- Justice / Revenge (30)
- Laughter & Tears (32)
- Life/Living (196)
- Music (329)
- Nature (2)
- Nonsensical Madness (186)
- Obituary / Memorial (55)
- Radio (133)
- Reviews (7)
- Romance (220)
- Sport (144)
- Sunday Poems (15)
- Uncategorized (1)
POEM ARCHIVE
ONLINE SERVICES
BOOKS
Contact Us
Useful Links
March 6, 2013
Wearing a face-shadowing black fedora,
Percoughalees was wheeled in through
the airport doors, where he immediately
spotted Brubellgot stepping out of the
lift from the private staff stores
He was accompanied by Nodsincquento,
his co-pilot for the night flight,
both just having arrived on duty, and
making Percoughalees smile with delight.
Being injured was to prove adventageous,
as, after handing over his boarding pass,
Percoughalees was immediately prioritised,
only to find himself sat in First Class!
The upgrade was quite unexpected,
but he kept silent and went with the flow.
And oh, how his heartbeat raced, when he
saw Mendotta walk across the apron, below.
Having his foot in plaster had its uses,
he later, cunningly began to think,
as he snuggled down under his blanket, after
spying Mendotta, sensuously sipping her drink!
No Comments »
No comments yet.
RSS feed for comments on this post. TrackBack URL
Leave a comment
You must be logged in to post a comment.