Sunday, May 3, 2009

The Snake Returns

In the garden down she lay
to watch the clouds float by.
Pretty girl, do you see
how glorious the light
becomes as it flirts upon
such untainted skin.
keep your focus on the lilies
don't turn your head.
i promise, she's not as beautiful as you.
Just relax in your garden
more graceful by far, than hers
though, it dwarf your just a mite
While her roses outshine yours,
your lilacs are by far
the largest and the brightest
I have ever seen.
Now pretty girl, where do you go?
don't leave your garden chair.
If you must go, then i suppose
watch your step, don't fall.

1 comment:

A Modern Man said...

In the garden
down she lay
to watch the clouds floating by.
Pretty girl,
do you see
how glorious the light
becomes as it flirts
upon such skin
so pure and contrite.
keep your focus
on the lilies
don't turn your head and cry.
i promise that
despite your view
she's simply not beautiful as you.
Just relax, sit
in your garden
more graceful by far, than hers.
It may dwarf yours
just a mite
While her roses outshine yours.
But your lilacs
are by far
the largest and the brightest yet seen.

Now pretty girl,
where do you go?
don't leave your garden chair.
If you must go,
then i suppose
watch your step, don't fall.