Michael DawesSmith - Nuts

My friend is fun
My friend is a chore
An agony aunt for all comers
Horrid husbands
Beastly boyfriends
Peculiar pets
And a friend who pretends
She's got Tourettes

My friend is an architect
A builder of souls
A Guru and Sage for all seasons
A temple of peace
On a perfumed ocean
There's always catch
When she burns her chickens
Before her bridges hatch

Michael DawesSmith

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