My Mojo's Gone Missing.

I have been rather ill recently and it has taken a while to recover.
This is a poem I wrote for our village monthly newsletter.
So!

My Mojos Gone Missing.

I think I've lost my Mojo, a poem seems hard to write,
By the morning I've forgotten things I thought about at night.
I love to laugh at something, even at myself,
The gnome who's in our garage or his funny little elf.
The dinosaurs on Steart Hill, I know they're really there,
Maybe you don't believe in them but I've seen them really clear.
The things that they get up to are sure to make me laugh,
Maybe you just think I'm mad but we won't go down that path.
Nasty things have bounced upon me and made me rather low
But when I regain my Mojo the laughter's sure to flow.

Jill West.
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