the depth of my consternation
by Roger Mugs
until the wind stops blowing
and for fear of losing the hair
off the top of the back of my
legs to the mere force of the
breeze
i should lay off the beans
until the wind stops blowing
and for fear of losing the hair
off the top of the back of my
legs to the mere force of the
breeze
i should lay off the beans
thank you for sharing that mr. mugs. I would like to know if you looked that word up after reading my poem.
what word?
Don’t play dumb with me! You know what word I’m talking about!