Now and then some women like men


I am the widow of his soul

Now silence is folded and put to bed

He was worth the surprise of life.

He stares with eyes like green diamonds.How can I win the appeal?

Stop and tell the roses

He blest the waters as the froze… and he got bitten in the toes.

He has a horn on one side.. the other wore off when the bull fought him ove the cow..

I fill the bends in time with laughter

With me it’s rhymes after time.Line after line

Time for men…. now and then

Rhyme still wounds those with no skin.

A boring groan is soon tossed into the ocean.

Did you ever get that dramatic feeling?

Did your wife fall right through the ceiling?

What a hole!I bet you’re reeling.

Take it back and it’s too real


About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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