d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #68: Winkle, Winkle, Little Poem
De is tending bar at the Pub tonight. Stop by and give her a *wink*
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Longing for Winks
This poem has grown weary of
Trying to be clever, whenever
All it really wants is to catch
Forty winks – to slink off to bed
Get some beauty sleep with sheep,
Instead
This poem winks at the stars
And beams at the moon