Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Smoking Outside...

Outside and above my head goes billowed smoke,
Wake up and rise, my pillow spoke.
My pillow was wise,
but wait,
was it steam or smoke?
Didn’t matter, like that cloud, I rose.

I rose with Rose, when she gets me to rise, it’s a bit steamy.
A bit creamy, with sugar cravings, shaving me with whipped cream,
I thought it was a bit odd,
killing me sweetly, I called her a female Sweeney Todd.


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