A Porcelain Delight
Her gentle features, delicate
A porcelain delight
Approaching bisque perfection
She shimmers in the night
The body of a mythic god
The suppleness of rose
If there be just one little thing
it’s found in sweet repose
She snores, oh yes, she snores
When she is blowin’ Z’s
The thunder of a lumberjack
I would compare to these
The rafter’s will begin to shake,
The bed shifts high and low
She sucks the air enough to move
The curtains to and fro
But when she wakes, a Barbie doll
Arrives to greet the dawn
I never wait around to see
What happens, should she yawn!
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2022
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