So my gloves get much too wet


Doctor may I have a word
My head’s confused, my visions blurred
I walked into the wardrobe door
And all  my clothes jumped to the floor
I had nice burglars but they left
I had no  riches for  their theft
I have  cheap pendants and a watch
Nothing much for them to touch
I burned my dinner  and the pan
I don’t know when  all this began
Could it be a UTI?
Will you please test me today?
My feet are   dry ; my hands still  sweat
So my gloves get  much too wet
I think I’ll  lie down  and forget
The gelatine will never set


About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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