Brownie MixA Poem by The Musings of Mary H.I find it funny
he only thinks of me when the clouds are hovering over a bite of chill is in the air a need to warm him up
I am in my pajamas eating brownies listening to music about the power of love ignoring the phone ringing pretending its part of the music
his voice burgeons through the room he says he feels lonely to please call as soon as possible he is cold
I find it funny
I only think of him when I am out of brownie mix I ask him to stop by the store pick up a box and he might just get that lucky
he is warm then way to busy to do this exerting chore
so I go out in my night clothes and get the box myself. © 2008 The Musings of Mary H.Author's Note
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1 Review Added on February 21, 2008 Last Updated on February 27, 2008 AuthorThe Musings of Mary H.Knox, INAboutSt. Patrick's Day Limerick FestFeb 23, 2008 - Mar 24, 2008I would love to see who can give me a true limerick with all its DUM's in the proper place. A limerick wouldn't be a limerick without the humo.. more..Writing
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