Gravity
Things that bounced now are saggy
What once was tight now is baggy
Skin so smooth has become flabby
All of this just makes me crabby
I was once so lithe and supple
My bosom made a lovely couple
But now there's no way to pretend
That gravity is still my friend.
Garden Gnome
He stands alone in my flower bed
A floppy hat upon his head
He doesn't move he doesn't talk
Just stands there stoic by the walk
He watches with a stony smile
When I visit for a while
As I dig and plant and hoe
I tell him things no one can know
My dearest friend my garden gnome
Living just outside my home
Atop the body buried there
Keeping secrets he can't share
1 comment:
Ha! Delightful!
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