931.Yoke (Ice Babies)

It would be a miracle to taste
A crisp, delicate cookie–no haste
And something new for my senses
While I see through rose-colored lenses
My Father may not approve
But being an object isn’t my groove
On from one thing to the next
There isn’t much flavor, the text
It’s only an outline at best
The actual outcome? I beat on my chest
To declare there’s no hair there
Only two boob-a-lie things
That jiggle as I walk-joy brings
But even the comedy of that
Doesn’t keep me flat on my back
Nope! It might give me a heart attack!
Can’t help if they bounce around
Even so, I keep them in place-bound
Since I care not be seen as a joke
Give me a partner and strap on the yoke!

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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