Little Wren has a secret.
She begs me not to tell.
I’d rather sand off my eyebrows.
Or go skinny-dipping in Hell.
Her wishes are safe with me,
Dreams, plans, aspirations too,
Or I’ll self-immolate on jalapenos,
Or maybe flavor my coffee with poo.
I hope she finds better trees
Whether North, South, East or West,
Because she’s just the sweetest wren;
I wish for her only the very best.
Little Wren has a secret!
HUSH! Don’t you ever tell!
Or the awfullest things may happen:
Like I’ll scratch all your records from K-Tel!


About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on August 8, 2014, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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