Sleeping Youngling

Intense laundry day, aura of fumes progress
Laziness to portray, the mistress line of dress
Lying about proudly, the toys all spread about
Corduroy speaks loudly, on this child--strong and stout
Den has rays of sunshine, with dust flowing through
Its warm to the sublime, sleepy to the touch of you
Nap time is coming, youth has its perks
Mother is sadly humming, time doesn’t work
Lying on the cushy rug, leaving marks on your face
Dreaming to have a pug, a companion to slip and race
TV softly running the news, volume is turned low
For the baby needs to snooze, slips away down below

Russell Sivey

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 7/19/2017 1:54:00 PM
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