Non-Erotic PoetryTiptoes and Two Lips(quite hard)
The bird in my hand
Scans across the great land
For a bush without company
(irony)
Could I pick how I’d fare
I’d die on a dare
And come back as a big girl’s blouse
(uptight)
There would be more of a smile
If every once in a while
She stepped out of her Freudian slip
(why?)
It was a dark and stormy night
And by the candle’s soft light
This was the all I could come up with
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