Little Fiddle
We may be second rate
(to him)
he's such a big timer
but it took me a lifetime to get here.
Then he calls us probably a mistake
it was my heart
he played catch with.
I should break off for that
so he can choose me
Monday he suddenly found
my love and faith are bound
(he said)
but me break up? nooo!
he apologized, so
I just got drunk
Friday night
drove myself home
(my voice had died)
watermelon watermelon
pineapple pineapple
(but not my feet, so I laughed)
a jig's not a reel
he don't get it, fuggeit
my true love always will
(once)
when he feels me broken
(he called me a well-trained horse)
in the Great Unspoken
(but he explained it eight months later).
















Thanks mates, for your emails at Ticiablog. Doing okay, still muscle spasm. Don't think my shoulders are big enough to handle much more -- there's cold and tight where warm and trusting used to be. Keep you posted.
Be well,
Tish
March 28, 2009 10:11 PM | Reply | Permalink