Silly poem
Gather it,
squeeze it,
bend it to your will.
Shape it, round,
smooth and taut.
Push it up against your palm.
Smack
’til it whimpers for release
and then…
Deny you had anything to do with it.
Gather it,
squeeze it,
bend it to your will.
Shape it, round,
smooth and taut.
Push it up against your palm.
Smack
’til it whimpers for release
and then…
Deny you had anything to do with it.
September 21st, 2006 at 5:29 am
Ah, nice. I was randomly composing haikus about my toenails and autumn this morning. Something’s in the air.