Written for:  The Twiglets #50 – “just maybe”

Just maybe, baby, I believe in you.

That just may be the best pie I’ve ever eaten!

In just maybe, five minutes, the skies will open.

There once was a man from Haiti
who was scared of his wife, Katie.
She was prone to attacks,
where she’d wield an axe,
so just maybe he’d never turn 80.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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7 Responses to maybe

  1. Kathleen says:



  2. Misky says:

    (snort) Cracked me up!!


  3. hahahaha, that’s great


  4. julespaige says:

    Keep those axes away!!!


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