My Restless Pillow

A silly poem.

My Restless Pillow

 

Crying in my pillow,

my limbs hanging

as feeble and limp

as a weeping willow.

 

Drowning my sorrows

 in mounds of raspberry

stuffed cheesecake phyllo,

running from my regretful

days in ten gallon hat Texas,

when I spent my days

walking with the gray armadillo..

Reviews

[Bubo]

Not silly at all............and what a way to drown sorrows!