You like my lips?

They are smaller than my hips,

Big enough though to cause an eclipse,

You’d be altogether quite right,

If you did bet that they got me many tips…

Just run my tongue over my lip gloss,

Wouldn’t do it for my boss,

I like red lipstick, not green moss,

Can’t you tell, my muse of late is at a loss…?

I tuck between my legs, my tail,

Move quite slowly do I, like a snail,

I access the world through email,

My outlook on the world, negative, never fail…J

© ed J 3/31/07