My, Miss Little Mary
Care to spare a minute
And carry this little faerie
Over the hill and down the road
Don't stop until you reach the toad
And when you do arrive
Please keep them both alive
And send your sorrows onward south
To keep them on their steady route
YOU ARE READING
365 days of Ashes
PoetryOne poem a day for the next 365 days. This is my 2017 in two books and 365 poems Some poems are narratives of my life and thoughts, others are complete nonsense; figuring out which is which is the best part.
