Friday, November 28, 2008

Monkey in my Tree

Mr. Landscaper, do what you do.
Turn my grass to a verdant hue.
Flowers blossom, bloom and grow.
Waves of butterflies come and go.
Release a monkey in my tree.
Don't you know you've captivated me?
Posted by DorisTrueheart at 12:29 PM

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