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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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