grace mariner Poems
|123.||The Old Nurse||3/9/2016|
|124.||Lost In Eddie||5/6/2016|
|126.||To The Squeamish And The Prudish, With Love From The Boorish||5/10/2016|
|127.||Here, Or There||9/6/2016|
When I am old I plan to live in a trailer full of cats.
I'll talk cat talk and walk cat walk
and dream of birds and rats.
I'll eat cat tuna and meow at the moona
and I'll roll and stretch on the floor.
I'll bite at fleas and do as I please
and leave my scent by the door.
And when my nine lives have all been spent
and my sins I must confess,
I'll sharpen my claws on the Pearly Gate walls
and act like I couldn't care less.
' I am sorry for my lunacy ' she said.
' I come from bad stock, second hand, bargain bin, dollar store stuff'
' I try not to let it bleed out but that image in the mirror is scary man! '