15 Jan 2015

More peace, love and joy

1 comment:

  1. The peace of her slipped on her floor.
    And plumbed love sprang its leak.
    That joy of reclining with dozing's snore
    Could make her feel antique.

    Peace through slipping proves she moves;
    Leaking love seeks gaskets sound.
    To be prone in restful upholstered grooves
    Tells good news still, all around.

    A nonny mouse ---