Two poems: THE LOVE and THE SPRING
THE LOVE Love is a canine breed,a poodle, without doubt.With a coiffed and curled mane,A fluffy, dainty sprout. On a leash it saunters by,beside the blooms of Eden;Baying only at behest,cringing at the sound of our tread. With raucous, rosy tones,the coquettes prance and preen,past vitreous swans on display,and our alien feline dreams. * THE […]