Sometimes, I write poems.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Who drives 50 miles to see kittens? We did.
You recall, I even packed a sandw
ich or two.
The superfluous "h" denotes extra ham.
Admittedly, a bit of a whim. Who needs a cat?
We did, apparently. If your left eyebrow was
13% more plucked I would've missed the hint.
You wanted a male, and he was the only one.
Seven sisters squirming. Driving back, that
cloudless night in May, the name came to me.
c. Ciprianowords, Inc. 2010
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