It's been a quiet day so far, but we are expecting guests later, so I am blogging now before that peace is shattered.

I can honestly say, when I start to write a poem, I often haven't a clue where it's coming from (though I could hazard a guess) and certainly no idea where it will land. Today's is one of those, for sure. I'd planned to write something on 'inner harmony'; the first line came and the rest followed.

One real day tripper

The blood in my veins
It ain’t royal blue
My locks, though they’re long
Ain’t no honey hue

I’m fake, tip to toe
My boobs, and my tan
It’s goldfinger bronze
Straight out of a can

My foot’s far too big
For your glass slipper
But I sure am fun
One real day tripper