The Picnic That Never Happened

The Picnic That Never Happened

I spread my cloth

upon the soft grass.

Laid out the feast

at your feet

for us to savour.

But you never came

and sat upon my tartan rug,

you walked away,

someone else’s favour.

 

14/06/13

Reviews

[Mark]

Damn fickle women!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Damn women Mark!

[Mark]

I know, if I was in GB I'd buy you a pint and a shot to go with.

[s y e]

Wow, John. This is so emotional and heart breaking, I just wish she came to that picnic! :-(

Another great write from you. Well done.

~ Noodle.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thanks Sye

[s y e]

Anytime, kind sir.

[Jack...]

And you said you don't like rhyming poetry. This was nice, another sad piece but nice.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Feeling sad right now. Thanks Jack.

[Jack...]

No problem my friend, I am a member of that club as well.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ok lets fight back my man!

[Jack...]

Lead the way...I'm there.