Ant Smith

All poems

Her gifts to me

Some times when she laughs
A little wee will widdle out
Sometimes when she's mad
She's clamped up very taught
Sometimes when she's sad
Snot dribbles from her nose
sometimes when she's glad
She takes off all her clothes

Sometimes when she's bored
She yawns like a hippo
Sometimes when she's forlorn
She forgets to let it go
Sometimes when she's excited
She'll wiggle all about
Sometimes when she's afrightened
She'll give a little shout

Sometimes when she's delighted
She has a ruddy glow
Sometimes when she's been slighted
She'll let everybody know
Sometimes when she's a hurting
She's quiet as a mouse
Sometimes when she is flirting
Her pussy owns the house

Sometimes when she is feeling
I feel I know her fine
For her torrent of emotions
Are gifts to me, they're mine