A Little List
My little list of things to do
So small to start, but then it grew
Oh, what a story I have to tell
The list blew up, began to swell
So small to start, but then it grew
It wasn’t long before I knew
That list blew up, began to swell
So shocked I was, I had a spell
It wasn’t long before I knew
There was too much for me to do
So shocked I was, I had a spell
I really wasn’t feeling well
There was too much for me to do
My list of things now in review
I really wasn’t feeling well
The length of it will make me fail
My list of things, now in review
Once just a list of things to do
The length alone could make one fail
Oh, what a story it left to tell
(C) 2026 R I Wilson
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 11:14 PM UTC
IT WAS NOT LOVE
It was not love beneath night skies
That something special in his eyes
Embraced in arms wrapped tight around
And muted all distracting sounds
Paired off, alone, romance in guise
They lay so soft, the subtle ties
Like ivy crept on wanton thighs
The tightening of tethers bound
It was not Love
Crossed laces tangled now in lies
Desperate still, she always tries
A mercy plea from so far down
Beneath her pride, where all she found
Vehemently, one still denies
It was not love
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Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 11:34 PM UTC