Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Shower of Poetry

Its been long since the hour
I had time for a shower
Now I know why the French wear perfume

I can only hold hope
And pretend to not mope
That when I do enter a room

No one should wrinkle
Or be caused to crinkle
One single facial muscle

Their sensitive sniffer
Should be free of a whiffer

Of Mama.

1 comment:

  1. Ha! Did you write this?
    I call bull because you always look LOVELY and put together when I see you.
    (I on the other hand, who DO have time to shower, don't.)

    No nose-wrinkling at the next writers group meeting, please!