Poem Topic: Love Poetry

A Crystal Sea

But where I am I must be
You will find it exactly the thing
Who tried to use the telephone
I fear I had better drop the song

Without touching the ground
Is getting to be quite a bore
And this walking around
But it keeps them on my knife

As I was climbing up the stair
The guest sees the hole
There is no two in one dialer
The more I tried to get it free

Now everyone runs for cover
Together for picnics
They gave me some powder
To bring any toothpicks

I just had a shower last night
So I made a special treat
I am going to give it
And as they wrestled it