Pillow Talk

And now,

Poems From a Pillow!

How lovely your hair
So oily and full of nots
please use shampoo soon

Your snors they rumble
Do not turn your face to me
I will smuther them

Your mouth is open
You will start druling again
Sticky piles of ick

I know your secret
There is another head here
You are so grounded

Who is this head here?
She does not belong to you
I will keep her scent

Apology From A Drier

I have eatten
the socks
which were in
that last load

and which
you were probably
hoping
to wear tomorrow

Forgive me
they were delicious
so wooly
and so tangy