With all the cold weather lately condensation has appeared on my ceiling, which inspired this poem.
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There’s a damp patch on my ceiling
And I’m lying here in bed.
The shape has mesmerised me
With great visions in my head,
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There’s a tiny little kitten
Playing with a woolly ball,
A bleak old ruined castle
Where the battlements did fall.
And now a ghostly galleon
Tossed on a stormy sea,
A dark and wind blown forest
Where wild animals roam free.
I see a growing ink blot
Upon a written page,
And now an angry elephant
As he goes on the rampage.
A group of happy children
Playing games of hide and seek.
An aging water tank
That has sprung a rusty leak.
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I wonder what has caused
This damp patch to appear.
I think I’ll have a snooze
And hope that it will disappear.
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Christine Ramsay 5.12.10
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