With Reservations by Naomi Stroud Simmons
Here’s a short one that made me laugh.
With Reservations
By Naomi Stroud Simmons
He preens his plumes while strutting proud,
determined to impress her.
He is the darling of the crowd
that dashing fancy dresser.
But she can always change his tune
and minor key his song.
She will concede he hung the moon,
but says he hung it wrong.
