poetry

slippers

If I trip on peace merrily...

    Blackest bank balances,
Buckaroo-dalliances,
And, crystal-clasp-bound,
Silken drapes in silver-tip—
  Perhaps, instagramically,
    ‘Neath fleekest matched valances:
      Verily, who’d give a chevroned flip?
          If I trip on peace merrily,
              With half-grasp o’ my challenges,
                And seemed a day before
                To be ne’er the chipper,
It’ll be ’cause that swank slipper
Chafed like a rasp
And, thankfully too-perfect, didn’t fit.


Previous Post:
    Poetry: On Ingalls’ Prairie
        https://windstrewn.com/2019/12/01/on-ingalls-prairie/

0 comments on “slippers

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: