Kitty Paws on my Mouth
©1-8-22, Olan L. Smith
Now I uncurl to go to sleep,
The little spiders bite and creep,
And if I live through the night,
I hope to avoid more crabby fights,
And if I fart while in my bed,
I pull the covers o'er my head.
Little missus hold your nose
As you warm your icy toes,
And who should greet me as I wake,
My kitty's paw, I will calm its stomachache.
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Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
