Dakotah Lavender

Tickles Your Fancy

Sitting here and thinking,
my supply is quickly shrinking.
I pack some in tight,
fire lit so bright.
Then off to the fridge I'm slinking.

Well it's just as I thunk
the supply's proper shrunk
belly is bloated
and appetite's sated
so I'm off for a sleep on the bunk.

A Girl called NANCY tickles my fancy
Who cares ~ if I tickle hers ?
Hand in glove ~ is the essence of love
Two of a kind in body and mind !
Please add a STANZA for DAKOTAH ~ Thanks B

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