#Poetry #Poem
GRAVEYARD UNDER MY BED
by Bill Kochman
05-16-2022
There is something I need to tell you,
It’s about the graveyard under my bed,
It’s full of all kinds of strange things,
Even poor bugs which have lost their head.
You see my two cats are such big rascals,
They will simply play and play all day,
But when my kitties are finally done,
They like to hide their “toys” away.
It seems that no matter what it is,
A toilet paper roll, a bug or a lace,
Everything with very few exceptions,
Winds up in that very same dark place.
