Poem: Wardrobe #mop12
January 22nd, 2012 § 1 Comment
From floor to ceiling, ceiling to floor
All I can see is your lovely door
I carefully fold and hang my clothes
And nevermore suffer woes
As I search here and there
Pulling apart my house everywhere
On castors gracefully you glide
And my secrets successfully you hide
Since you’ve come into my life
I’ve become a neat and proud housewife
You deserve a sonnet all of your own
Alas my talent in that form is unknown
So all I can write for you is this poem
My wardrobe, I love you!
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Who says you need to write a love poem to a person. Okay, I think I’ve done enough rhyming nonsense poems for the hell of it. Tomorrow I’m moving on.
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