hospitalville

The faint creaking of cardboard and wires.

Jenny Kissed Me, Leigh Hunt

Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in:
Say I’m weary, say I’m sad,
Say that health and wealth have missed me,
Say I’m growing old, but add,
Jenny kissed me.

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  7. gatsbylives said: Personally speaking as a Jenny: I approve this poem.