What was so cool flew out of the window.
It was only left slightly ajar.
The mad dormouse sat in his tea ***
Trying to work out what to wear.
Will today's writing hat feature war or care.
Pasting an image.
Maybe decrying, sensations of caring.
Writes sometimes audaciously daring.
Buzzing around like a wasp in my hair.
Driving me mad with his lunacy.
Decrying love story.
Then love in it's glory.
Says he wants to be free.
Guess what.
Perhaps he should try being me!
In a breath of fresh air.
He'll write a cute muse.
And in the next breath.
Another he'll abuse.
The poetry man with the black and white muse!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 5:43 PM UTC
What was so cool flew out of the window.
It was only left slightly ajar.
The mad dormouse sat in his tea ***
Trying to work out what to wear.
Will today's writing hat feature war or care.
Pasting an image.
Maybe decrying, sensations of caring.
Writes sometimes audaciously daring.
Buzzing around like a wasp in my hair.
Driving me mad with his lunacy.
Decrying love story.
Then love in it's glory.
Says he wants to be free.
Guess what.
Perhaps he should try being me!
In a breath of fresh air.
He'll write a cute muse.
And in the next breath.
Another he'll abuse.
The poetry man with the black and white muse!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
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