“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label Grandma. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grandma. Show all posts
Sunday, September 17, 2017
Maxim Poetical
Grandma said
Always wear a bra
-even to bed.
She said,
Put liberal
amounts of lotion on
everywhere every day.
Grandpa advised
looking up every-
thing I did not know
how to use or say
Smile
Grandma warned,
those are the better lines
to make.
My heavy skin agrees
with these
ad(d)ages.
(This poem was inspired by Lorine Niedeckers' poem, '(A) Poet's Work')
Painting By Mohov Mihail (1819-1903) (Mohov Mihail) [Public domain, Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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