Older Poems from the Pen of Olan L. Smith

A Liquorice Wish

©2012 Olan L. Smith

I'm for free-verse; no feet, no stutter

And I use oleo for butter, but kidneys?

I'll take mine with no stones, please.

Give me no socks for those feet

With long toenails and fingernails, too;

They make good shredded sheets for breakfast.

Use marshmallows for my eyes,

By the way use cue balls for my nads;

I hear they're up and coming fads.

Oh, and I want a pillow made of liquorice

As it, in my sleep, becomes a dish.