Lament And Stinky Toes Poem by John W. McEwers

Sometimes when we laid
sometimes
it was feet to face, and I
picked up the pace
Hastened my rub of milky legs
hurried my love of touching you.

Sometimes we just got too close
and those stinky toes
out of clothes
plugged up our nose
-es

These times, though few,
were just pee-ew!

But I think it's neat
and I'd rub your feet
They're so pretty I just want to eat
stinky cheese

And those moments are
and your smells are
precious to me
because you died, Laura