he lays slumbering
tho the sun be bright
on hand grasping linen
the othe out of sight
he lays sleeping
not a care in the world
his face unfurrowed
his hair disarreyed curls
he is handsome
and beautiful too
unrazored cheeks
closed eyes of a green blue
his chest broad and deep
rises slowly in his sleep
all that mars this perfect scene
are the shuffle snores
as he dreams, little bulldozers
at busy work, chug-chug- chugging
driving me beserk
he lays sleeping, i do not
unfortunately this happens
a lot
he wakes refreshed
i wake cranky
mine is the last laugh,
the best revenge
this morning, no hanky
or panky...
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 7:41 PM UTC
he lays slumbering
tho the sun be bright
on hand grasping linen
the othe out of sight
he lays sleeping
not a care in the world
his face unfurrowed
his hair disarreyed curls
he is handsome
and beautiful too
unrazored cheeks
closed eyes of a green blue
his chest broad and deep
rises slowly in his sleep
all that mars this perfect scene
are the shuffle snores
as he dreams, little bulldozers
at busy work, chug-chug- chugging
driving me beserk
he lays sleeping, i do not
unfortunately this happens
a lot
he wakes refreshed
i wake cranky
mine is the last laugh,
the best revenge
this morning, no hanky
or panky...
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