Lend me your ear, and we will seize the day.
Write a poem, twice a day, in your head…
Never share the password for the treats.
Keep them safe, never tell, clock and bread…
Who’s stinky lowland biting goat?… “its Pete’s”.
So now, do you see why I glue, the socks, upon the cars?
It is for sashes, it is for logs, for sharts and farting stars.
authors note*
[take your time with this poem. For you may find meaning, where there seemed to be NONE at all]
