A POEM
I found three books of my poetry that I started back in the seventies.
There are literally hundreds of them and a few made me smile. I wrote this one in 1971. Hope it makes you smile, too.
LITTLE MISS MOTTLEBYÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
Little Miss Mottleby sits by the shelf,
She picks up a mirror and stares at herself.
She sees two glass eyes and some long flowing hair,
A very large mouth and some white hands, a pair.
She wonders whatever she’s sitting there for.
She’d leave but in her house there isn’t a door.
She’d eat but there seems not to be any food.
She’d cry but decides that she’s not in the mood.
Perhaps one day soon, she’ll just stand up and shout,
About animals, feelings and good sauerkraut.
For now, it suffices to just sit and brood
About having glass eyes, about having no food.
So lovely and sweet. Your words are delightful and you had me at sauerkraut. Much love <3
Thanks for the comment.