Packed in like sardines

Are the things I need

Comb, lipstick, wallet and keys

To get me through the day

Most days that is

As I sit and wonder

What do I actually use

As oppose to what

Gives me the blues

Because it’s stuffed so tight

Gives the zipper a terrible fright

There may be an explosion

Things flying left and right

Up, down, out of sight

Making the purse light

Published by


I'm an unconventional writer who never knows how the project is going to turn out until it's finished. The project could be an article, short story, poetry or photography. For me that's the blessing of creativity. Come along with me as we embark on an adventure. Enjoy the ride.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s