scoose me i need to boe my nose

the bells signalling the first day of the month
have rung
from the ballerina clock
somewhere nearby
below the clock,
is a ballerina sculpture
her hands are poised
her legs in an eternal
graceful pirouette

i just love the sound of the bells
its chimes that have this fabulous
grandiosity
round and full
it's hard to describe
but i just love it

i've longed to capture the sound
but i always forget that today or some other day
is the first day of the month
so at precisely 12
on the 1st day of each month,
the bells ring
and the sound
comes and passes
like a playful breeze
lifting leaves up into the air
and then vanishes
the leaves drop.
an analogy for my spirits
the sound comes
and i listen in rapt attention
the sound goes
and i realise that once again i have failed
in my mission to capture the sound.
my spirits are low.

but i get over it anyway.

but now something's bothering me
really badly too.

i have a cold
and i think i have a sore throat
i can speak
but it sounds like this
"scoose me, i need to boe my nose"
"yes bummy"
"wert did to say?"

and then i have the occasional
ahem
and
argggh
to clear my throat

i shouldn't have eaten that fired fish fillet or samosa
or those fries yesterday
ohoh i forgot to include it in my list of things i ate yesterday
yeah.
my poor poor nose and throat
looks like i have to give up chocolate and fried food
and just when the holidays are here
=.="
i am so not amused.
now scoose me, i need to boe my nose
agin.
:~(