Windowsill

Windowsill

A Poem by Maglia Weaver Twill
"

KEY TS = Z davanzale-windowsill

"

Windowsill

Dames study, have they any wool?                                    
Scribblings on a page…I hate it, it wasn’t what I meant
Abrasion happens between thys.  

to write.Ventriloquist, an evil thought.
Abreast of finances, he could
Nest neato, Holy                              
Does it matter how we don’t know? Let me begin again.
Toledo!
Sills for sale, windowsills for sale.  It is
An ugly verse and not one I meant to write.
Lucky stars we were always supposed to count them.
Enough, they weren’t quite little marshmallows.              
America could have the kids eat Cereal.

© 2014 Maglia Weaver Twill


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

101 Views
Added on November 18, 2014
Last Updated on November 18, 2014