Poetry Bus - Part 2

This is late because I didn't think I was going to get involved this week and then tonight, this cheeky little number (below) just popped out and wants to be heard (seen?) so here it is. Not sure if I've suceeded in combing the 2 challenges - you be the judge of that! ;)



Green Tea - Nicola Tull

There's green tea in my old coffee cup
Organic underpants in my bed
That old hippy thinks I love him
But I'm just playing with him instead

There's another march to go on
Baby elephants to go and save
But I ain't no vegetarian
And now leather is all the rave

No more green tea in my coffee cup
The one that bears my name
We had our high so I say good-bye
Those old hippies are all the same

The writing is tiny....although that might not be a bad thing as I'm not too happy with the words. This is my first time doing something like this so I suppose I've got to just start somewhere and not expect anything too amazing this early on. I've been at a loss as to how to get my creativity going again for the past year or more. So here goes!

The idea of the plaits/braids really appealed to me - the triple strands, the overlap, the orderly mixture of the hair. I wanted to make some connection between that and life. Not sure I managed to accomplish that though.

The words say "We are all intertwined just like plaits".