The author, wearing glasses and toothy grin. White dog laying down, but looking up behind me.

*** An off-the-rack lime green affair. ***

Mother, writer, lover, fighter, original nerdster & unruly mobster.

Slake

Satiate or moderate –

you offer sips, I opt for slake.

I give to give for you to take.

Libate licentious! raucaus rake!

Upend the mug in throated draughts –

no subtle grins but belly laughs.

My cup of tea philosophy is sweet deep drinking anarchy.

Entire seas between the knees…

a-drip, a-drop, a-turn-at-ease.

You tell me “yr too much” I glee!

“noway. I’m absolutely free!”

***

O is for Oyster

Who lives in a shell

If you leave her alone

She feels perfectly well.

Upraised fist with the word “unruly” scrawled in marker, upside down.

The Unruly Arm of Unruly Farm

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