Category: Poetry
Fly Leaves
She sat with her hands ’neath her dimpled cheeks, (_Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese_) And spake not a word. While a lady speaks There is hope, but she didn’t even sneeze.
Category: Poetry
She sat with her hands ’neath her dimpled cheeks, (_Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese_) And spake not a word. While a lady speaks There is hope, but she didn’t even sneeze.