cos(z)y

Written for:  The Twiglets #80 – “cosy up”

posies are
nose cosies

If your dog cosies
up to you, fur
circled, half
on your lap,
half on the couch.
you will never want
to move.

Sometimes I wish
I was a tea cosy,
so I could be filled
and warm all the time.

There once was a man who cosied
up to women–they love it, supposed he
He pushed the wrong button
and got his comeuppance
Now shares a cell with Harvey Weinstein

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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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2 Responses to cos(z)y

  1. Jules says:

    Up to date with that Limerick… Gawfauw!

    Oh, I do miss my dog… but with wanting to travel – not fair to the pet.
    And at one point anyway the care and feeding of a 50 pounder was more than the cost to care for the children 😉

    Nice cozy verse. 🙂

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