for National Poetry Day….
Why all the big fuss
About those ladies with their comfortable shoes,
Who mind their own business
And brew their camomile tea
And commune serenely With their mystic ginger cats.
Not for them the empty boasts
That one night with them
Will turn straight women gay,
No shouts of “Straighty!”
At passing strangers in the street.
I think that we can learn a lot
From those ladies with the comfortable shoes.