Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Poem #4

If you rhyme with a saint
but not with a sinner,
you're more likely paint
than leftover dinner.

I still love your nose
and I still love your knees.
I still love your toes
and you sometimes say please.

Getting a little funny. Not my best effort, for sure. But perhaps it has its charms.

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