...and as the fragrance
of the pussylillies begins....
to intoxicate you, warming.....
as it does, your nostrils......
On poemhunter's busy streets
your average Joe most surely meets
if so inclined, the cream of words
one finds the free spirits and nerds,
I am a drifter, I am insane
came back from Heaven,
here to complain.
Had to clean hallways
The Pope, at his inauguration
was speaking to the silent nation.
Surrounded by twelve microphones
which would record all local tones.
And there it was again.
Eight months without
and hope abundant,
his faith, which was
I was dreaming of getting a peck
on the cheek from a poet named Heck.
She had seen one of mine
thought it was like fine wine
Only when the last needle,
and the most tenacious ornament
have fallen off this year's tree
and when all bottles are empty,
Friends, this is
Keeps nagging me about a will
I had not thought that I was ill.
We must protect and serve the kiddoes,
just look how many lonely widows