I long for you
Like a Canadian in summer
Desperate for hockey,
Like dust on top of a cupboard
Aching for a dust cloth,
Like a junkie moth
Addicted to the flame,
Like a series of addled similes
Longing for expression.
Come to me; I beckon thee.
Don't just stand there!
Oh dearest one, please!!!
.....
For the love of Pete,
Would someone please pass me the cupcake?
8 comments:
No, mine!
hehehe, good one
Mall Diva, you stand back and keep your cute little mitts off my cupcake!
First rule of cupcakes Mr Picklesworth- ladies first! They do look great cupcakes and that is a great poem!
I regularly visit your blog.
Keep on challenging!
I thought that the first cupcake was supposed to go to the little one?
Baby Moose is going to be stuck in third place for a long time. He'll have to settle for milk.
Very nice. You have an intriguing misdirection here.
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