Poetry Blogs (growing-up)
I’m not a little girl anymore.
I take off my sleeping Beauty costume
and go in.
No more hiding,
No more waiting.
I have no prince to save me.
I wear no golden shield.
No golden sword
To defend myself.
You threaten me.
I hear the drops:
You’re calling me.
My body ...
Saturday 15th October 2016 12:57 am
This is about "living life to the max;" a smidgen of humour is required to get full enjoyment of this poem. Cheers!
Live life to the max, it's a good way to be -
methinks the first mac I may have ever encountered
is a popular fellow to kiddies, called Old Macdonald
who had a rather lively and musical farm
now follows a yummy collection of food
from baked mac to mac & cheese
Sunday 25th November 2012 10:39 pm
Tuesday 19th June 2012 7:38 pm