Email Poem

Your IP Address: 3.149.237.146

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

I'm sitting like a fat gray cat in the sun,
watching my forest gently dance, 
The wind is barely breezing, 

The bird songs are the only sounds
I hear except for the running water
of my fountain and my wheezing.

I have cut my newest homemade pirate
shirt a bit too low.  Yes you can see my navel if
you care to look around.

I have to cut a sweatshirt and sweatpants
into pirate gear at least once a year. More if
one pair is not quickly found.

I love being nature-loving, dog-hugging, cat-sneezing, wild woman who is secretly a pirate too, anyway it was a secret until a few seconds ago.  But you won't tell, right?

NLDHCS Wild Woman ruthlessly hacks sleeves and hems off pants and tops, cutting pirate strips without a measuring tape or ruler in sight.

I am a female Peter Pan, ruthlessly stalking my prey, on school-less days like today.  A crazed, demented, energetic pirate wanna-be who follows rules, naught.
Rules are for accountants, police officers, Marines, prison guards, bankers, race car drivers, and maybe  the Air Force, not for NLDHCS Wild Women, you sot!

I am wearing my wild woman pirate necklace today too, it's big and bold and black, and has lots of sass.

It's a caricature of a fierce warrior woman holding a giant silver sword, and a shield, and she'll put you on your ______.  (You put it in, I'm much too demure).

We've got this today, Women.
We've got this!

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required