Molly's Specialties

Help me fly away from here
Sleep would be so sweet my dear
Smelling the feelings of the sounds I hear
Biting you hard when you are near
yet it is not myself i fear
Except when I've had too much beer
That is when my mind is clear
Then I can go out hunting deer
Or drive a car and grind a gear
Or go to court and shout a jeer
I like it best at the pier
When at the ocean I can leer
And the fishes seem so mere
When I am normal I feel queer
But I enjoy seeing tea leaves sear
A good friend of mine on the rear
To grab someone and tell them we're
Going to shed a great big tear
And stick my finger in your ear
Every day month and year


©1995 Diane Coghill,
All Rights Reserved
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Injustice (poem)
I Hate You
Offensive Language
The Blur of Life (poem)
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I wonder (poem)
My World (poem)
A bit of nonsense (poem... kinda)
One Act (poem)
Pain (poem)
Release (poem)
Take Time (poem)
An untitled poem about sorrow and grief and joy
An untitled poem about betrayal (poem)
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