David Kavanagh Poet Rhyme

Angels and Peace

Mashed biscuits, broken nuts on plates
potato chip pieces, embedded in cake 
Cola stained coasters, ready for the bin
Crumpled napkins, kids banging on tins
Laughing and crying, all in one breath
Lil spoiled brats, we hug them to death 

High on sugar, they run in circles around 
Chocolate fudge, stamped on the ground 
Balloons popping, some launch into space 
Dog licking jam, from the children’s face 
Oh yes what a mess, we do it every year 
Take them home, I’d murder a cold beer 

By
David Kavanagh

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Joanna Daniel June 9, 2021 at 10:41 PM Children and parties, what more can one expect? Well said, David:) David Kavanagh June 10, 2021 at 2:48 AM Ah yes indeed Jo, the majesty and the madness, but after 3 hours, I needed a little timeout, cheers David

Darlene De Beaulieu June 9, 2021 at 11:08 AM Hello David Kavanagh, after all that a cold beer is needed. Enjoy your day my friend. Darlene De Beaulieu June 9, 2021 at 4:27 PM Hello David Kavanagh, Yes either one will do. Cheers! David. David Kavanagh June 9, 2021 at 11:55 AM Oh yes indeed Darlene, enough is enough, and well deserved, a beer and probably a nice G&T, cheers David