Moody Blues

(Picture Credit - Harley St Stop Smoking Clinic)

When I'm in a bad mood

I'm not a poetic dude –

All I can be is rude.

But when I’m in a Good mood

Those blues get screwed –

And I might even get lewd.

For when I feel good

I walk into the wood

Where my dreams are stood.

I love to bring joy

That will never cloy

Oh boy.

I have the vision

No indecision

Or derision.

See all that beauty,

This might get fruity –

Quite a booty.

But now I must go,

It’s the end of this show,

Cue Cupid’s bow.

Paul Butters

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