"twinkletoes" poems
Twinkletoes bring some voice
enough with flappy dance
I am deaf, but the Death
won't knock on my door
Unlucky me, I am poor
I have only purple shoe
Or maybe black or blue?
So sing for me Twinkletoes
I see only your lips' move
My ear can't listen well
but from your face I can read
that your song will be my common bread
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC