Dangled cold toes under hot taps
Weary bones that cry to collapse.
With night she is blessed
with peaceful request
that she rest
in it's traps.
When awoken, as sun shines brightly,
the rattled chest clenches tightly.
Warmed by a shiver
death doth order her:
To express my love concisely
would be speaking imprecisely.
A pleasing design
my full bodied wine.
So, divine? Entice me!
Should you try resisting advance
and take no other amorous chance,
I'll fall to my knees
and scream to the breeze
all my pleas for your glance
The striped suit of a bumble-bee
gets dry cleaned special at no fee
by the old field mouse.
He lives in a blouse, by the house, near the sea
The frigid tide shuffles away
once, twice, or even thrice a day.
But mouse doesn't mind
for he knows the sign that clouds kindly made grey.