She was the cat that would scratch
A true bitch to the end!
Just a little corn to wet your whistle
Oil your joints and snap you back
Not too many now you know
Could make it harder to keep living
Words or other phrases
Dangling earrings and hymns
On the front porch
Give a stretch and a yawn
Beginning to hold onto the ideas
That maybe we could make
Something if these furies
Wait for the cows to come home
Guess the more we say the
Less there is to be talking about later
Wouldn’t want to lose sleep
Over it but it does feel good
Seeing as the right thing is said
After a long wait for a good time
Or a cuddle under the milky way
© GÄ