dripping wet emotions
with defensive underwear
tripping ghetto potions
an expensive teddybear
you're a wordy birdy whiddler
of some truth I wouldn't know
and I'm a hurdy gurdy fiddler
of some sooth I shouldn't show
you alight a quiet yearning
you aflame my frozen soul
feels so right the night so burning
but I don't claim my chosen goal
in the blissless listless morning
I begin again to go
you're a kissless mistress scorning
any kin my sin will sow
and the end my friend is calling
my life petty all alone
will she tend and fend my falling
or be a pretty little stone
2012 Lyn
Hi. I remember thinking up
the first stanza while delivering
papers one morning, then went home and finished it. Another one
where the whole purpose was just
to rhyme the **** out of it