Honeyed,Buttery Sun hums a Lullaby
Nothing more is needed,as the clouds drift by-
Except somnolently ,soaking in the rays.
Newspapers of Mayhem,Centrefolds of Scandal;
Sit fatly, ignored. The weary and Bored
soul craves for pleasures sedate and Dull,
like curling up with Poetry
or some Romantic Medieval History.
And Cups of Hot Cocoa,shared with your Beau.
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