Somebody Get Me A Washcloth

Written for:聽 Sunday Muse #72

girl, lion

I do not mind
her kissing me,
but she spits.
Then I have to
wipe off slobber
with my paw.

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鈥揗arion 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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13 Responses to Somebody Get Me A Washcloth

  1. Carrie V. H. says:

    That kind of wipe could be a painful scratch indeed. A fun poem Sara! I love it!


  2. Vicki says:

    Love this, Sara. Full of fun.


  3. Ed Rigg says:

    LOL . . . you forgot the bad breath . . lol
    Loved it Sara. This matches my humour precisely . . lol. . . . 馃檪


  4. wyndolynne says:

    Hilarious. 馃檪


  5. Lori says:

    The kiss with a twist!


  6. Sherry Marr says:

    This is SO CUTE!


  7. Rob Kistner says:

    What鈥檚 a little slobber Sara, with such a sweet kiss… 馃檪


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