A hundred years from now, will I be a fossil
Will geologists discover this warm-blooded morsel
Prey for some creature
But larger and squishier
Like a MacDonald's sweet breakfast waffle
Categories:
squishier, creation,
Form: Limerick
At long last your lover's grips greet you, soft and familiar.
You step on the pedal that is home's threshold welcome;
Squishier than freshly baked bread, your buns are in the saddle.
You push off... your spirit turning over like a motor.
With silver satin streets sliding under your wheel,
Tickled by the wind in your hairy shins~ you squeal.
February 15th 2019
Reflect That Emotion Poetry Contest
Sponsor Nina Parmenter
Categories:
squishier, emotions, spring,
Form: Free verse