Sep 2
Picture this, if you will.
A swollen mushroom on a mound of grass.
Reaching for the sun at last.
A simple nest upon it's bow,
Two eggs inside, of this I vow.
How am i doing?
A swollen mushroom on a mound of grass.
Reaching for the sun at last.
A simple nest upon it's bow,
Two eggs inside, of this I vow.
How am i doing?
09/02/24 - Yeah, I know. It's bad. Don't think about it or you can flip it and say it's a poem of the year candidate
