Glitter Falling From My Hair (Revised) Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Am exhausted, sat thru' two James Bond movies
non-stop, Pierce Brosnan in ‘Goldeneye', but only
watched intermittently as I miss Sean Connery's
mischievous, amused smile, then ‘A View to a Kill'
with Roger Moore - too many twists in the tale,
woke when he carried the leading dame down a
ladder from a building on fire, she glued her shoes
to her feet - wore them right into a flooded mine
and out of it again

Found a program on sea life in Wild France,
lovely jellyfish - selling my soul to the devil by
watching too much TV, glitter falling from my
hair on the keyboard while typing - this morning
sprinkling my hair seemed a good idea, now I
remember a stand-up comedian complaining
about glitter falling from Christmas cards and
the irate receiver hoovering the carpet, maybe
this is too messy, even for me

It's raining once more, a show of clouds earlier
today brought positive results; time to join the
family who've watched a rugby grand final, I
still think I had the best deal with 007