Tuesday Tuxie Toes

My Little Poem

I ain't saying She she's obsessed

or anything as dark as that

but the woman can't keep her lips

of each of my pearly white spats

They are sweet as candy to Her

smooth and tender and pink

She would kiss them endlessly if I let Her

But that would drive me over the brink

BACK! Get BACK Woman, 

fiendish wanton you are

stow your horrid  fetish

or you'll find your brains in a jar!

That's what happens you see

it's so sad but no less true

when humans get too much of dem feets

they can wind up all dead 

 and black 

and blue

Miss Jack (Skellington)