Picture a farmer milking his pink cow on a rather chilly day :)!
You tickle me pink
though I’ve come to think
that there’s more to life
than me being milked.
our hands are ice cold
it’s like a slap . . . bold.
I need to be soothed,
caressed with words . . . smoothed.
Raised up in a barn
I enjoy a yarn.
Blind to what I need,
you take, give me feed.
There’s tears, sympathy--
when’er you leave me.
I love you . . . you see
you still tickle me.
A naïve councilman and a down-on-her-luck single mom try to save their county’s last stand of forest from greedy developers and a dysfunctional government.
lovely
Great Laugher, Great Write!!
tony
Being tickled is a good thing! :)
Teresa
this one is adorable.
Peggy