I hope this is allowed. I so enjoy writing poems. They are not Shakespeare, but I thought you might enjoy this.
Day Trip
They sat on the bus before me,
She dressed in lavender blue,
Her hair and her smell all pervading.
Sweet powder and scent,
Not that new..
We set off for Chatsworth so early,
I dozed as we tootled along,
But all through the long scenic journey,
I suffered so much with the pong.
I had my packed lunch there beside me,
But dreaded the mix I must say,
For lavender blue and cheese sarnies,
My delicate system could sway.
It is not for me to be cruel,
I too, belong to their years
And my own perfume and powder
May bring others eyes to some tears.