Tangled amongst the sheets
With your tongue, you lick my nose.
I use my foot to scratch your leg
And feel your unshaven hair between my toes.
Sometimes you can be a bit fierce –
Why? I’ve got no clue.
But the best thing about us
Is that we never argue.
Sometimes you bite me a bit hard,
But I will still love you till the end.
They were not lying when they said
That “a dog is a man’s best friend”.
It’s time to prepare my evening wear,
Because tonight I’m going to the fair.
I’m going to the fair with Claire.
We hope to buy a mare at the fair.
Me and Claire share an ice-cream at the fair,
But I drop some on my evening wear.
That is when I notice a long tear
In the area that covers my underwear!
However when opening the tear,
I realise that I am bare under there!
And then again to my despair,
I realise that I am actually in my day wear!
It is now time to go home from the fair
From which we never found a mare.
Upon entering my house,
I find my underwear and evening wear
Draped over the chair
At the top of the stair!
Look at you
By only one peg,
Blowing in the wind
Like a puppet that’s lost one of its strings.
I wonder if perhaps
All that dripping water
Is a weight off your
Some people like to pull them
Up tight on their backs,
Others prefer to loosen their straps
So they bounce on their cracks.
I want to own your handle –
It should belong to me.
You barely use it anymore
It’s such a waste, don’t you see?
I thought I’d share this one after being pleasantly surprised by how many people liked ‘My Handle‘.
Out there it is
For all to see,
Unique as a fingerprint
And personal to me.
Even though I usually only post one poem a week, this was a short one, so I thought why not?! 😀