My poetic muse long gone,
The hard day’s labour almost done.
Yet, a craving for crepes I will sate,
Before I rest my heavy head.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
My poetic muse long gone,
The hard day’s labour almost done.
Yet, a craving for crepes I will sate,
Before I rest my heavy head.
oooh crepes!
Such a lovely poem. It makes me crave crapes.
Thanks, Caitlin! 🙂