Cloak called Morality...

We wear a cloak...we all do....
Called morality ..., all ado..
One day you shall meet yourself .. with all ado..
And ask the stranger,  "How do you do?"

My toes with painted nails...

My toes...

My toes... they speak to me...
Yes, they do, my toes with my painted nails...
They cringe when someone bores me..
They dig the ground when my love fails..
They curl up when I feel shy..
They stand up, they did for rest and leisure..
They try to hide in my shoes, if I lie...
They scream out loud, torture them with heels
They smile with wrinkles when I soak them... no pressure
My big toe, specially loves to tell me how it feels...
Yes, my toes, with painted nails... they love pleasure...

Funny Penny

He loved money...
She loved funny..
He saved every penny..
She told him, "Honey!....
I care not for  a penny.."
He found that funny...
She found that a lot more funny...