Anonymous
Clank Of Friendship
Karyn Indursky
September 2012
Twas once upon a morning day clock
of their friendship was moving with delight
they met at a coffeshop down the block
and their senses were loving all the sights
The smell of jasmine wafted in the air
there were so many desserts to choose from
then all they could do was hunger and stare
as they poked the glaze doughnuts with their thumbs
Dove dreamt of milkyway bars topped with cream
Poetrywings dreamt of a peach smoothie
But alas all they could do was just dream
As their friendship did entwine so smoothly
So Dove all she drank was a cup of tea
Poetrywings drank a glass of free milk