Mohamed Eita

House Of Tin - Poem by Mohamed Eita

Move in with me
To a house of tin;
Our own shabby shack
Of shags on rags
And blown out fags
In bottles of gin

We'll have a wrestle
Then cuddle
Then nestle
And sin

Come rain or storm
Our heated breath
Shall keep us warm
In the make-shift den

And if high-headed aspirations
Start to make our heads spin
We'll forever hold'em in
With aspir-in

Yes, the tin may rust
Or gather dust
And smell of must
But it'll always be
Our own tiny tin
With its rags and fags
And bottles of gin

Topic(s) of this poem: friendship

Comments about House Of Tin by Mohamed Eita

  • Soul Watcher (8/27/2015 12:36:00 AM)

    Great, I liked it, thanks for sharing, Mohamed. (Report) Reply

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  • Kelly Kurt (8/26/2015 2:50:00 PM)

    A wonderful poem, Mohamed. Thanks for sharing
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    (8/26/2015 4:27:00 PM)

    Thank you.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 27, 2015

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