Thanksgiving Day: A poem 

Did I not know that Turkeys  are large birds with the smallest brains?  I never ever even bought Turkey cold cuts  Yet sometimes I feel like cold Turkey   from my discretion, aloofness, strangeness  Some people think I have a frog’s ambivalence  But I wouldn’t want to be kissed by a rose in the rain  I know who is my Princess, Queen and Goddess  I knowContinue reading “Thanksgiving Day: A poem “