Poems

Mine, even if you gave it

Ask for it back, no way,

I say,

I conjured you,

I tricked you,

You didn’t give it freely,

Even if you think so.

I am Schipperke

I stole it, fair and square.

A cunning game of wits, you lost

And now you want it back? Hah!

Wild me this and

Weird me that

You’ll never be my match.