"rondolet" poems
A-tissh -oooo!
Poor darling!, have you caught a chill?
A-tissh-oooo!
Your long hairs lovely forward spill
Hot water bottle let me fill
Get into bed, sweet, and lie still
A-tissh-oooo!
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 4:43 AM UTC
All that remained
was just an enigmatic shell.
All that remained
of decades filled with things obtained
to quench this narcissistic hell,
we realized we had to sell
all that remained.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 5:51 PM UTC