For Days she sat still,
The expectant mother
O what a sight
At such height!
She awaits the new arrival
To her communal.
The whole world is at stand still
Outside my window-sill,
For the plump pigeon
Who cares little about the city-burgeon!
O the day I see her with Kids
Is worth a waiter's tips :)
Kewl....:-) except the pic..:-) if you can change it..
ReplyDeletei never thought that u would be so good in writing poems......this one is good, but the next one is better.
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