When is the crumb too big
to pick up with a wet finger
Spit expended that way
enzymes wasted on a clean floor
When does one choose a pig
the stanchions are full of clean cows
Love wasted both ways are
dreams no longer in your control
Crumbs on wet fingers go
against the grains of common sense
Pigs on the loose always
trouble for other young ladies
Feed your pigs and cows crumbs
love your young lady do her well
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wet your cow
milk the pig
they won't love you
love the moment
here for the day
it won't last
sincere young lady
picks her boy well
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- Photo and Poem and Copyright, 2011 and 2019 respectively
- I dropped a fairly large cracker piece in the kitchen the other night but could pick it up by spit on my finger (ladies, this a man thing I'm sure). That was part of my bedtime snack. I couldn't sleep, partly because I had the title and first line in my head for a poem. I did go to sleep before I finished writing (on Smart Phone) on the side of my bed and have been piddling with this since.
- The young couple's photo I took on the Abbey Road, a block from the famous crossing during one of our numerous holidays (2011) there to visit our young grandchild (and daughter and SIL) . The next corner ahead is the famous Beatle album cover of them crossing. http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-single-impression-love-2.html (my 2011 photo and post)
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Labels: London, Love Poem, Poem, Real Toads, Tuesday Platform