Either from constricted throat or hesitated poise,
I find that creepy silence a deafening noise!
Like bees it buzzes in the core of my frazzled mind
Speak up, my dear, if you can be so kind!
See, like a red red rose withering to gray,
I find myself fading day after day
Left out to wonder what your mind may do,
I blush like a virgin nun, but tingle blue
If eyes only had a big, fat mouth
We’d be married with children and a fine, nice house
But love, eyes can only do so much!
If I feel mine water, I will hide it with a punch!
For cat’s sake—snap out of this frustrating state!
Look alive, help us both feel great!
I promise if I wither like that tearful rose
I will spray you with my not-so-silent hose!
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal