My kind of poetry.
Dear friends, I hope you don’t mind, but my human, Emily, apparently needs some attention. She asked if she could take my spot this month to show off share something she wrote recently. I thought, Yeah, why not? I can use a break. So, I’m sharing my space so she can share her poem. And, without further ado, here it is. Now excuse me . . . I’m going to go chill out in my condo.
Sitting cross-legged on a concrete bench
Taking in the action just beyond the fence
He watches the bustle, pinstripes abound
And children playing, they fall on the ground
Miniskirts taunt him, smiles on a face
Tease him with heels and a hint of lace
No girl in his corner, no warm memories
Of deep secret kisses or silky panties
He wants to be cool, he wants to take part
Something is hurting…
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