Little Leaves…Big Glass

We were down the outlet road I suppose.
Me and The Boss with a runny old nose.
He was not in the mood, and had his big Glass,
Which he pointed at stuff as we wandered on past.
And finally with fruitphone still firmly in pocket,
he stared at the screen and muttered he’d “Got it”
This was into a forest where the Willow tree grows,
tho the colour was better, on the end of his Nose.

I think I will slink off and hide behind the couch now

T