Author: Heather P.
Aren't they adorable?
How they just lay upon the counter top,
With their backs of fiberous crystal,
Lumnous in the afternoon light.
They crawl slowly,
Their silver studs drag them down,
They drag me down with them.
Poking their silver heads and little feet,
That just sit there, looking so adorable.
(Just like a supermodel fixture.)
They like to face each other,
(Through my head, or is it just me?)
And I do like to think they like ...
Isn't it cute?
How they seem to crawl up the pale lobe,
Or, ya' know,