Poetry
Added 2021-06-13 16:00:02 +0000 UTCFor a friend who's been feeling low. Crowley gets a lot of cuddles around here, and I know an angel who deserves them just as much. I like to think they fell asleep as Crowley was reading him poems by A. A. Milne (author of Winnie the Pooh). My favorite is called Buttercup Days and it goes like this:
Where is Anne?
Head above the buttercups,
Walking by the stream,
Down among the buttercups.
Where is Anne?
Walking with her man,
Lost in a dream,
Lost among the buttercups.
What has she got in that little brown head?
Wonderful thoughts which can never be said.
What has she got in that firm little fist of hers?
Somebody's thumb, and it feels like Christopher's.
Where is Anne?
Close to her man.
Brown head, gold head,
In and out the buttercups.
