My Poem 4 Dusty Mountains, By Lady G-Spot
I live up here in the Sierra Nevadas,
Where rocks and trees, suck up lotsa water.
The breezes blow strong into my sheltered lair,
Whereupon dust, is an all day affair.
Above my living room,
Blankets hang over railing,
Their near-pristine state,
Confess none of my failings.
They, like I, suffered no consequences.
When I indulge, in Harlequin Romances.
I whisper to you, that I always come clean,
As my Auld Forest Prince, loads my washing machine.