At A Slow Pace

I have been quite thick,
Slow to give back stick,
A blessing in disguise
To not opening up eyes,
As when you're in dark
You do not have to bark
Up the right or wrong
Tree singing I belong.

Are you in a nice club,
Do you go to a nice pub
And socialise willingly
With graces of positivity.
Lots need to be supervised
To avoid a nasty surprise.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 07/11/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.