- Poppy Moppy -
My poppy moppy,
His one dream won’t go.
No image, just hot soup round the heart come morning.
Little aphids in his eyes over breakfast.
The mosquitos don’t cause welting down here. So it doesn’t bother us
At face value.
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Josie gets up at night,
My poppy is on the floor.
He has fought very hard,
To get to where he is.
Now he can punch in his sleeping.
Swing to bone, swinging into wood.
Ouch.
I’d not like my pills do that unto me.
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Poppy likes it
When he gets to levitate.
Or fly.
I don’t know what he meant.
He is scared of heights.
No, he won’t jump if the building’s alight.