Written for: The Twiglets #227 - silent, like sleep
Bedroom seemed silent,
we thought he was asleep,
'til he snorted like a tea kettle.
Only the sleep of the dead
she sleeps soundly
no expression on her face
chaos in nightmares
That guy's gonna sleep with the fishes
said the Mob boss. Those were his wishes
He sent out his goons
with some cement shoes
and the fishes found him delicious!
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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Ha ! The mob, and the fishes !!
Happy to make you smile.
A clever poem
I can relate to the first one. Ha
Such fun reads. I thought I didn’t snore until I actually woke myself up!
Hey…fishes need to eat too 😉
That’s right. fish count.
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