Fur Collars

An Add-On Poem.
by Kit & Johnnny.
Title: Fur Collars.
Date: January 24, 2009.
Copyright © 2009.
All rights reserved.




The dripping eaves play tricks on my eyes
We've seen it many a time but it's still a surprise
Like hitting a drift that was invisible
But as your friend I would not find that advisable
Nor would I wish you would mess with your mind
Pay attention now here and maybe you'll find
The pieces misplaced under years of debris
Down in the basement making beer from barley
Old men with their tools, tin upon tin
Until strippers showed up stinking of gin
With fingers outstretched, hoping for dollars
Profit will translate into fur collars
We still have our hearts, steadily beating
Like the time our paths crossed at our first meeting
Magnetic attraction swept under the rug
It takes time to feel the effects of the love drug
But now we can weather our future forecast
Bundle up for a blizzard which likely won't be your last
It's a dog-eat-dog world, so carry some bacon
What counts in the end is how much you're makin'
Remember, though, heaven won't take belongings
Use it or lose it, do some writings not wrongings
Stay home, make some soup, and remember the past
May the lines of your life rhyme from first to the last.

An Add-On Poem by Kit & Johnnny.
Title: Fur Collars.
Date: January 24, 2009.
Copyright © 2009. All rights reserved.
{Line 1: Kitz, Line 2: Johnnny, and so on and so forth.}