Ms Neat
So many things to put in place
It's like a race;
A mess I fear -
I neaten here.
Can never leave a speck of dirt
It seems to hurt
All must be fixed
Sorted, unmixed.
It's all just one big curse on me,
To live by sea
Where all this sand
Covers the land.
I really like the rhythm of this one
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I love this poem very much! Thank you for sharing :) happy weekend.
ReplyDeleteMinute poems seem daunting and fun! Your poem got me smiling Donna. Indeed, what a predicament to be, by the sea!
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