On Bed Of Straw Poem by Flower Prince
On Bed Of Straw
Oh queen, I see your face
on bed of straw behind home,
I have remembered the last night,
Our moment of entrancement,
Now it is raining
and no warmness is felt in straw.
A hilarious poem, so well written. Very humorous, Flower Prince! Nice to read. A 10 and myriad of 10's
beautiful writing on humorous love /// this is moon-lit fireflies are flying sheep are bleating far owl, silently, is observing the bed of straw not bad flower garden spreads its fragrance this is better for us O' Queen come and sit on the bed of straw oh; ho, ho naughty raining (but not from the sky) wet the bed! ! !
On Bed Of Starw, Hello, poet, please, set title correct, Good poems you have written, thanks for sharing the poems here in PoemHunter
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A beautiful poem and humorous too, Liked it.10++++