Our minister prime has a hell of a time
convincing the world he is human
he can sit in his flannels and play the piano
but the guy is sure no Margaret Truman.
And just what the word is on Helena Guergis
that caused him to call in the Mounties
the goods in the land is it’s just slight of hand
designed to Continue reading
Too soon green
The sound of green is soft like moss
and leaves on water
and sunny breeze
or misty rain
or eyelashes
and smiles.
With green we play wandering violins
and butterflies Continue reading →