Cushions Poem by David Smart

Cushions



Great soft, shapeless lumps,
Full of knobs and full of bumps,
Much to big or much to small,
Some are short and some are tall,
Some are dark and some are fair,
Some are round and some are square,
Where're you are, you folks all use,
Be you Gentiles, be you Jews,
French, Italian, even Russian,
The humble, homely, comfy cushion.

Sunday, December 10, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: comforting
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Late 1950's
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David Smart

David Smart

Warwickshire, England
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