Owed to winter (pome)
Wair is your whory frost
That ken sound lake
Dr. Becker bites
Crispy and cracky on branches
Wair is your coat of snew
That ken give me
A grate feeling of fun
And play
O salty sidewalks
That ken burn mine pas
O wind that ken cut me
Kold to tha bone
Thru mine jacket
On a hot date
You seem lake you were
A lavely breath minty fresh
On this summer date
I dreem of cozying up to
Mine radiator
Inside mine warm home
Tha End
My Deerest Moonkey, I really "enjoyed" your pome. You are truly a literary genius. Lave, Anty Ninja
ReplyDeletePS I am counting down the days until I see you -- only 6 more days!