Poems can be upset
They have lives, you see
You pull them a bit to the left
And out of the window they be.
They stand on their head
And feed off your bed,
Listen to your plants sing
Sniff leftovers from the bin.
You think they’re thin
And will squeeze in
But they’re not
I have tried,
And I’ve fought.
Poems are many,
She may not like any,
But pretty poets
A few.
And disagree
If she dare be
Ask her to take a look at you!
cute one :)
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