As the tables turned
his dinner flew past her face
gravy everywhere.
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Julia Dean-Richards
Julia is a writer and performer living in the Shropshire hills. Her writing is a product and expression of the love she has found whilst journeying through the most difficult times of her life.
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I chuckled at this one!
Good! I guess poems have a way of tapping into memories and bringing out things (such as humour) we didn’t even know were there.