poetry by j matthew waters

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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8 thoughts on “bull frogs and fairy tales

  1. 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. 🙂

  2. I love her, by the way … Paris.

  3. Mondays are always hard. She definitely needed to check out. Love her.

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