My heart is dead, like God,
so don’t expect me to be nice.
I’d sooner see your package
squeezed inside a workbench vice.
I’m not like other girlies, 109 more words
I am very excited to announce the winner of my Formal Poetry contest that I ran last month, MomzillaNC! Her poem, “Mary, Mary, how does your garden grow?”, is absolutely enchanting, and I’m sure that you will love it just as much as I do. 431 more words