bull frogs and fairy tales
pretty princess sleeping on bed of nails
unable to differentiate between dreams
and real life kisses on the lips
at the hotel hilton she sleeps in
every single sunday
undisturbed by pretty maids wielding
feather dusters and vacuum cleaners
on mondays she checks out early
wandering the commonwealth’s streets
steering clear of the king’s wishes
and searching for something italian
october two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
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The last two lines made me VERY happy. In fact, I’m giddy-clapping like a three-year old eating an Italian ice, right now.
I love this poem. 🙂
thank you so much and elated that you love this poem
You aren’t *really* elated, are you? 🙂
haha sure I am – very much so
I love her, by the way … Paris.
Mondays are always hard. She definitely needed to check out. Love her.
Thank you for your comments, Lovey.
Undeniably my pleasure, wait for more to come 🙂