Then We Collected Some Stones

There was a lassie
She took my lap,
She licked my knees.

Everyone threw ticks at her,
accused her of being mean.

I took that lassie by her paw,
told her,
"its okay, 
the mean ones have it all"

then we collected some stones.

Reviews

[Collect-Eye]

you should be published

you might hate the literary world, but you might give a few extra people hope with poems like these

[Ed Hart]

ah, i don't think the mean ones have 'it' at all

[celyn]

collect stones with me. i always love your poetry.