edward scissorhands

he asked if i like it, i said yes, you see,

i like scissors.

been waiting an hour or so,

for words to come, although

deemed prolific, i do get stuck

some mornings.

so at just past seven

thirty, i have made the beds tidy,

washed the dishes.

bathed, dressed and perfumed,

the cheap one, everyday,

still had no words

inclined.

yes, i do like edward scissor hands,

and i do so like scissors.

my mother had one pair

that I remember, made special

with words, and to be careful

it is the only pair.

damaged later cutting a live

electric wire, she survived.

the budgie suffered.

sbm.

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