Confession Poem by Sandra Dodd
Confession
He
ya know
my frog
not quite a prince
but not a toad
Scientist
My Rock Star
Artist
the one
who snores all night
in our big bed
while I write
darling
honey
sweetie
main and only
squeeze
my man
no tease
Is having
heart
surgery
Monday
Poor him
you say?
Well, yes!
BUT
What about
Poor me!
who will
-ya know-
take care
of my
inner ho
keep me
on
the go
I guess
I will have to
rely on
Pablo Neruda
and
Barry White
to hold me tight
To the
heart surgeon
I say
hurry up
already
get it right!
To the heart surgeon I say hurry up already get it right! .....so sordid and painful dear.. my prayers are with you and you will be cheerful too... ....10 read mine humble submission....o, lord.......it may offer solace to u
Poetry is indeed medicine for the soul! This is why we write. Wish you both the very best.
You can also operate on the nose u know: -) the solution suggested is written in Nostril Noise: -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 7:12:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A humorous, candid and touching poem. I hope everything goes well for you and your husband. Best wishes.