Alexander Blackie Poet Verse

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Beware the Coming of the Minx

She’s not averse to forty winks
But afterwards she wakes and blinks
And to her privy corner slinks

As enigmatic as the Sphinx
She sits atop her tray and thinks
Up some mischievous new high jinks

The sound of Mum preparing drinks
Dad washing dishes in the sinks
“So tired of waiting” wail the Kinks

This rings a bell with hungry Minx
Who from her empty food bowl shrinks
As ice in Bombay Sapphires clinks

It’s not the time for forty winks
Young mice frolicking in the pinks
Beware the coming of the Minx!

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Jan Allison July 8, 2017 at 11:30 AM what a charming rhyme Alexander:-) You could post a pic of Minx with your poem I'd love to see her:-) hugs Jan xx Alexander Blackie September 8, 2017 at 9:53 AM Hi, Jan, sorry for the long delay in replying (life got in the way as well as my lack of computer sophistication!). Anyway, I've recorded an audio and included a picture of the mythical beast. Thank you for your kind words and imaginary hugs! Very Best Regards, Alex