Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Ood kõrvatroppidele / Ode to earplugs

When boys next door are drinking loud
(they hardly make their parents proud),
when they brawl, each other smack -
I know you always got my back.

How tender feels your luscious skin
inside my ears, yes – you’re a win!
With you my sleep is oh so regal.
Would our marriage be illegal?

Please forgive, if I seem bold.
You know, I’m getting kinda old -
I do not keep my teeth in glass,
still have to rest my tired ass.

You’re the best that’s been invented,
please don’t ever be fragmented.
Sleepless nights you take away,
I love you now, forever may.

Forever Yours,
M-L M


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