I Am Alone In This Nonsense
I said good-bye to my do-or-die.
My pigsty attached to my left eye.
Are you shy? Asked my guy Nigh.
Why should I try? I asked with a sigh.
You make little sense said my cousin Cy.
Hi I yelled as I skated past this spy.
Did you want pie? Math asked so sly.
You mean pi? I returned, flying high.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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