I burned your toothbrush
Yesterday.
Slept by myself
Last night.
Slept like an angel.
Slept like a queen.
And, damned delighted
You had bad dreams.
This sounds like one of times we can say, ah ha 'What goes round comes round'. Excellent poem Elysabeth.--Melvina--
Not a word wasted in this pithy little number with a bright poetic soul. love it. Allie xxxx
Ouch! Ouch! This is one to treasure! Tee hee... and then.. tee hee.... :) t x
'I burned your toothbrush' - nice introduction. LIke all the ts and ds.
LoL...very funny Elysabeth! Sounds like one of those times when it is nice to sleep alone...((Smile)) Short, simple and funny....how could a reader go wrong? ! Keep sharing....... =Shelley=
Absolutely amazing, short and powerful - brilliant writing. You captured your feelings in so little words and yet we can understand fully what you mean - you have wonderful talent. Best wishes, Rebecca x
It caught me really nice ending to the poem hard to believe I didn’t see it coming enjoyed
... and so said the rose to the unappreciative harvester... the flower nourished in grand fashion, as the blood dropp falls from the thorn.... Rich and Tasty! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Given that you could have binned the toothbrush, I appreciate the ritualistic and account squaring character of this. Nippy little number and appropriately sharp round the edges! Now, about sticking the pins in..... xx jim