A football game was the call
And I stood tall
A purse full of wishes
Landed in the ditches
Should have trusted my intuitions
On a Trailways bus
Mile after mile
Losing my inhibitions

The red blazer whispered in my ear
Wear me and he will notice you
His eyes flew to me like glue
What else could I do
Except to blush and say thank you
My mind is a bit askew
On how to read you

It's dark at 4:00 p.m.
So I rush to get home
To Wuthering Heights and cardigans
While winter's darkness fills my gothic soul
And seduces me to the ways of the old
There's a sense of romance when everything is covered in snow

Don't be shocked when
A scornful mock
Results in a block

Hello Poetry
I've been away
But I am back
With more musings in my head

Lights the dark
Gives off heat
And smells sweet

Hi, I'm a raccoon
I climbed a building
To see if I can
Please don't let me land on a moving van
I inched my way to the top
Praying I don't do a belly flop
I needed to rest
So I made a window sill nest
And that seemed to relieve my stress
But I must make it to the top
Because I won't stop
I smell something good
Could it be cat food?
Please God, give me fortitude
I made it to the top
And I didn't drop
I happily ate my cat food
So this is where I conclude