Ann's Knee
Let me kiss your knee my sweet
such a painful little scrape
close your eyes and watch birds fly
ever gently across the sky

Do not fear the touch of lips
caressing with a tender kiss
a minor scrape that hurts a bit
will hurt no more when I kiss it

So my lovely little girl
Don’t get tense – your toes uncurl!


by DWHolmes (copyright - 2005)