• foreverseptember 10w

    Marmalade Sunday

    Marmalade Sunday,
    One door down to the left,
    Singing in the shower,
    Sun rising in the west,
    On another backstreet miracle,
    Pastel pink, or powder blue,
    Toast for suburban soldiers,
    With so much to do,
    Dripping down the drain pipe,
    Emotions set to overflow,
    There's water in the kettle,
    Beside last night's sausage rolls,
    Marmalade knows all the tricks,
    And stretches as she yawns,
    No mediocre life could stifle her,
    She's the rose between life's thorns.