Dónall Dempsey

Veteran Poet - 1,356 Points (15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

Invitation To The Dance Whilst Hoovering. - Poem by Dónall Dempsey

I hum
(whilst hovering)

Oh... nothing could be finer
than to be

in Carolina
in the morning!

Carolina smiles.

“Come over here & say
that! ”

I do...& she do too!

We cuddle up
like buttercups

& give life & zest
to the old lyrics

make the song

Comments about Invitation To The Dance Whilst Hoovering. by Dónall Dempsey

  • (2/15/2008 2:50:00 PM)

    'Making the old song come true....' Does this play really work? If so, I know one I plan to sing for someone.... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 15, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 18, 2008

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