| Pressure Time has a mind of its own - Tick, tock As the lion purrs at my door. If only I had the energy To scratch it behind its ears. Besides, there's a snake Hanging on my doorknob; He keeps bringing me apples. I don't think he can find Sweet, sinful Eve, Though he ought to have Noticed by now that I'm hiding her in my bed. She's a great comfort... Heals the snakebites right up (Kiss it and make it better) But I still can't get to that lion. He purrs to the rhythm of the clock. No rhythm at all; Faster, faster Urges that snake while I snuggle with Eve under The security blankets. love poems anonymous |