These little suckers are addicting.
Sevenling (Three blind mice)
Three blind mice.
A farmer’s bride with a blade.
It’s no wonder they ran.
Those three little kittens
are terribly busy
looking for their mittens.
But I bet they’d still give them a hand.
…
Sevenling
You:
three sheets
to the wind.
Me: knowing
three’s a crowd.
Tired of lies and pillow talk.
This bed: no longer yours.
…
Sevenling
I box shadows,
fight wisdom,
weep salt.
Live,
love,
laugh, you say.
I am still waiting for the punch line.
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Geez, this was unexpected: “A farmer’s bride with a blade.” 🙂
I keep thinking that there needs to be a mommy “Seven” somewhere herding her “Sevenlings” 😉
That three sheets to the wind is perfect!
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You are clearly mastering this form, are you not? I enjoyed these set of sevenlings! 🙂
Awww. Thanks so much for clicking this link, Kelvin, and reading these old timers. 😉 I really appreciate it! Glad you enjoyed the form!