The Handbag

There’s one place left on earth

Where no one living has dared to go

Where deep in the recesses anything can linger

Where black holes look on jealously 

There seems no order to what lies beneath

And although open is very much a shut case

Where prying fingers face corporate punishment

And the thought of a foreign body being inserted

Brings instant derision and has to be averted 

At any cost if you value your life

Yes there’s no stranger place than the bottom of the handbag

That protectively belongs to my darling wife. 


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