"itor" poems
My grandmother says
A pretty girl like you?
I bet you have thousands of suitors.
I look at her, laugh, and say:
*Suitors?
Su itor?
Swe itor
Swea tor
Sweater.*
And then I put on a sweater
Because I always seem to be cold.
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 10:36 PM UTC