Seven Days To Dream Think

A poem about a damn good week.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Seven Days To Dream Think

My week to speak exactly what I think,

To sink my teeth into a thick steak that’s pink.

My week to tell everyone I hate that they really stink,

To tell the crazy ones, to go tell that crap to their shrink.

My week to skate around like a

Disco superstar at a roller rink.

To walk around purring at people wearing nothing but my mink.

My week to slinky slink, slink, slink.

To show people I have a lot of kink.

My week to be famous for words of luster ink.

To give all of the handsome men a wink!

My week to have the biggest glass of wine to drink.

If only it was my week.

 

Reviews

[Wondering Mind]

No harm in dreaming, unless you're the one driving.
Lovely week that would be, eh!