Flaming Nora

  With apologies to The Motors, 1978 We’ve been waiting nine minutes for this train. We’ve been waiting all year for this moment. Destination Airport. “Airport!” you sing to me. “Ooh-ooh!” I sing back. Once I thought we were the only ones who did this. And then we heard another couple sing. “Airport!” she sang to him. “Ooh-ooh!” he sang back. You and I looked at each other, and smiled. It’s dark, wet and 7am. Everyone is wearing the face they go to work in. Ours have gone for the next two weeks. We’re the only passengers with a smiling face. Flying away, flying away.  Find out more about me and my books at: Glenda Young Books I'm on Twitter @flaming_nora and Instagram @flaming_nora

"I like that," you said Was it item X, Y or Z? You soon wore the same   "I like her," you said Of my favourite friend Inserting a ream Into the machine You copied your history to her Two-faces revealed  Double-sided copying Toner runs out Friendship fades You're a negative to me now Find out more about me and my books. Click on the image below : I'm on twitter @flaming_nora

My dear Mr Bond I find myself putting pen to paper today To write a few words I have oft wanted to say About the outfit you gave me when I came in from Peru The hat and the coat might have seemed fine to you But the duffel didn’t fit, it was always too tight With pockets too small for sandwiches of marmite Oh yes, and that’s another thing!  At Paddington station My culinary preference got lost in translation Marmalade’s turned me fat  But I don’t think you care After all, to you, I am only that bear. Yours sincerely, Paddington (with a hard stare) Find out more about me and my books. Click on the image below : I'm on twitter @flaming_nora