Ted Sheridan Poems
*a Devoted Gardener Of Love And Beauty
I looked upon her beauty as a flower
I hesitated to pinch her from her stem
Instead I planted myself next to her
Where I too have flourished in a sense…..
Dedicated to my wife
She kisses me with electronically
emailed but all too deadly kisses
She hugs me with caressing adjectives
and misplaced prepositions
She ties me up with my own
grammatical errors and misspellings
She finds me all to easy and willing......
Just like a bloodhound
she has followed my scent