The House of Faux PasA Poem by TTBoy28Like miniature models along with easy-bake ovens they cooked up a life of dainty goodness for even the visually impaired Everyone had their role to play Said was everything that pleased everyone And everyone inside was pleased At least that's the belief they held fast too strong to Blue was never worn except when driving away Mister Man carried little pink houses in his pocket As Salty Sister kept the iodine bottle close by and filled with vinegar and the cotton balls were not just used in the back of the mouth Oranges in linen sacks slung on the back There was never a lack for the need of smiles to go around Norman Rockwell lay buried in the foyer with his brushes and sorted paints Lovely dialects ticketed and pocketed for safe keeping Safe Keeping is where truth is © 2010 TTBoy28Featured Review
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