Wilty poses prettily inspire verses
Mothers worn boots stollen purses and
A stranger met again
Do sit akwardly
Do sit awakenly at odds
With the dimple-cheeked morning
Held hostage
My noon well past lunch time
Does worry me you say
You lap me thirsty anyway
Cookies are dipped wanting coffee
Propelled us from the quilts
Posy prettily wilts strange verses
Do
Do nod
Do not forgeting purses
Fidgeting bootlaces knotted
I have zippers instead
I have zipped myself into evening-clad
Reclothed I mumbled
Goodbye to the dimple.