Twinkle Twinkle I’m a star!

Dear Santa let me seal
A big fat cheque and three-book deal.
The brightest stars shine most light
When they put the world to write!

*Dorothy Darker wishes you all a decadent Christmas and shall return in the New Year!

Joint of the day!

At the Christmas table I sit and wait
For someone to thrill my dinner plate.
But though I moan, I am aware
Good meat tastes best when it is rare!

Sinister Spinster!

They all assume one has no life
Because one is nobody’s wife.
Thus overwhelm one’s mind with slaughter
Because one is the spinster daughter!

It’s good to google!

I google by night, I google by day,
I may have googled my life away.
I google mankind, but being on the shelf,
I hit those keys, and google myself!

Darker by name – even darker by nature!

Some contemplate who is Miss Darker?
Inspired by the late D Parker.
A dame who spends her cyber time
Composing bitter verse that rhyme!

Santa’s Stingy Sack!

For this year’s sumptuous yuletide feast
I crave a brave and seasoned beast.
But though I’m blessed with beauty and wit,
Santa remains a miserable git!

Dream a little dream…

Aidan Quinn to swap his wife,
Could be the making of my life.
Or lying naked in the sack,
Some blue-eyed boy who’d ring me back!

Somewhere else!

The music hurtling through my head,
I think I’d rather be in bed -
Or in my bathroom cleaning mould -
Does this mean I’m getting old?

The money is resting on my account

The race is on to shop and buy,
But I’m too tired to traipse and try.
To splash my cash, I think instead,
That I shall spend the day in bed!

Killing Time!

I twitch and itch and cannot rest,
I know that I’m not at my best.
What shall I diagnose for me?
A chronic case of plain ennui!