I could sum my weekend in a few words
A dance and a kiss on Mickey's cheek
Colour matching with Winnie the Pooh
Skipping ques with a relatives priority card
A scouser wish a pram asking if she could smell
What she could smell and seemed sad
we couldn't offer her any.
It must have been the yellow bushes.
Imagine that though, treating Disneyland
Like a coffeeshop in Amsterdam
You'd be on thunder mountain thinking
That was a funny sandwich
The stars play their parts well although
I can't help but imagine at the back of some undisclosed cabin,
Cinderella, Snow White and Ariel are sharing coffee and cigarettes
Before putting on some magic dust smiling for the cameras.
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Chloe Gilholy
Former healthcare worker and lab worker from Oxfordshire. Author of ten books including Drinking Poetry and Game of Mass Destruction. Travelled to over 20 countries.
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Comments (4)
Nice 🙂👍
Loved it!!! Enjoyed the Disneyland trip especially the ending!!!💕❤️❤️
That was a fun piece , thank you for taking us with you
Hahahahahahhaa now that was a fun ride! Loved your poem!