Penny Palmer's Pink Pyjamas

I woke with an idea in my head. A bit of nonsense if you like. So I went with the feeling. This poem emerged in my notebook. This is the third version of it.

it gave me the chance to play with alliteration and rhyme...

Hope you like it.

Penny Palmer’s Pink Pyjamas

Penny Palmer’s pink pyjamas

Hung drying on the line

Held in place by giant pegs

Their pinkness, so divine

A substantial woman was Penny P.

Her pyjamas quite immense

They covered her from head to toe

Which all made perfect sense

The morning breeze began to grow

It formed into a gale

Those huge pyjamas on the line

Flipped and flopped and flailed

Penny Palmer’s pink pyjamas

Lifted skywards in a flash

And above her house they floated

Gaudy and pink and brash

The neighbourhood was puzzled

By pyjamas in the sky

A sunset in the morning

Had sent the day awry

Like floating blimps the top and tail

Began drifting out to space

Tumbling pink pyjamas

Disappearing without trace

Penny P stood by her gate

A ciggy in her paw

She knew she’d never wear

Those pink pyjamas anymore

Penny Palmer’s pink pyjamas

Were last sighted floating east

And ended up in Africa

Beside a wildebeest

Alan j Wright

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