29th day… napowrimo One more day of Poetry month. as life is these day… zooooooomm
Gonna make up a limerick or two. Why not? Right?
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There’s this gal from Ann Arbor
She’s a hairdresser not a barber
She snips n’ clips on your head,
shampoos away demons from dreams bed
Count on this gal to be a salve
When you’re needing
Who says there are no extra-terrestials?
Living here, way up there in the celestial
Look to your neighbor for one
With 4 fingers and one thumb
Don’t be fooled to think
They’ve not come
Me thinks that words are for playin’
Across pages maybe not sayin’
All the pooh inside you
with nothing else but to do
Spill your guts it’s a must
I’m just sayin’
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 