Monday, March 14, 2016

Napkin Notes VI

She fed; while he supped on some soup.
Taking turns, one after another, they finished supper.
In this table for two, sat three.

The narcissist blonde 
loved to stroll all day 
around the geoid of mirrors.

Hanging upside down “Who? Where? How?”;
He wailed after getting spanked. 
None could grasp what he spoke.

This one time, as he lay; 
She heard whatever he said.
On this couch, he was the one to pay.

After a long wait; Out of the closet in a wink. 
Narrowly, missing the stomping boot.
With flying colours, this cockroach took wing.