Missing Toe
And I am off to bed To sleep alone Uninhabited, Apart from snores; And of snores I wish could repent. Those noises I cannot bear. Amongst her toes, I dare not touch, Is a space; beautiful, Which I dearly love! Appreciating what was full, But alas no more. But who am I to speak? In bad styles of no importance Except when she's watching Between a few sounds real? So let those snores of hers Silence me And let her twitching toes Unravel me She's the finest I know.