Blue Bottles

April 5, 2017 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Blue Bottles

He was the

bee’s knees

(He was dreamy)

He was g’natty

(he dressed sharp)

He was fly

(he was handsome)

. . .

maybe that’s why

he bugged me so

much.

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992