No Lipstick On This Trip - Contest
Here I sit all alone
On an island I will call home
For the next ten years or more
How , why, what is the score
I have my trusty tool
A Swiss Army knife is nobody’s fool
A waterproofed large awning
Giving me shelter dusk to morning
From sun and rain alike
That the second of my likes
My third I had to peruse
So many things I could choose
The bible brought itself to the fore
Has so many stories, I had read before
Nothing else can I choose
These three items I peruse
My knife with its many blades
Though horses hooves are in the shade
The awning I can wrap around
Or pin it out on the ground
My choices three I hold in awe
Damn forgot a lipstick wish there were four
October 6th 2013
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2013
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