The milk has spilled

And I will


Over it


Because the cats and dogs

Have come to rain

Not to steal thunder but

To come out of the bag

And to bark

Up the incorrect tree

A tree

Not a bush to beat

Around a bridge

To cross as you come to it

By the fence you sit on

Watching the moon which is blue

Near the cloud with lining of silver

Not copper like the penny

I gave you for your thoughts

Which you preferred I paid

An arm and a leg

But I needed my leg

To tango with you

Because it takes two

To see eye to eye

So to make a long

Story short

Don’t pull wool over people’s eyes

Because you will receive a taste

Of your own medicine

And you have heard that

Straight from the horse’s mouth

And not the grapevine

And that is the whole yard

All nine of it



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Casey Bell

Casey Bell

Proud uncle, writer (author, poet, songwriter, playwright, screenwriter, drama series), fashion designer, graphic designer, visual artist, and so much more.