My sister calls me “funky”
I can’t protest.
I do have strange tastes but
The chosen have passed my test.
Alex’s art and a cobbler’s stool
Do the mantle grace.
A giraffe holds my purse
Everything has it’s place.
A elegant fox lights my path
While lace hangs behind my bed
I’m not a psychopath
But who knows what’s in my head.
Momma’s button bracelet on a glass dog
Guards my painting and watches the door
You think I’m finished…
Wait! There's more!
There’s Buddha in Depression Glass
With a fringy lamp on top
The antique yellow doily
really makes it pop.
Did the best I could Jenny. Join Saturday Centus and have some fun.