Cups of white
laced with ants
I'd like to weave you
into some pants.
I'd wear you all day
with my best rubber boots
Perhaps I could make
the donkeys some suits
I'd be naked and bare
except for my hair
Underneath your soft
tendrils and lace
The world that goes by
might scoff and ask why
Do you waste your days
in such a silly lacey haze
When you could move mountains perhaps
in stead of taking lacey naps
Well I would reply
and let out a sigh
It is because of my naps
complete with lace caps
That make my eyes shine
and my life just fine
©K.Dunn, Yamhill, OR
