Kissy, Kissy
Kissing you was cold and messy!
What is worse, I caught the flu
Kissing him was warm as bliss,
so thrilling that my heartbeat missed!
Kissing her was short and sweet,
I missed her mouth and kissed her cheek.
I've had such a funny week
all kisses with no time to speak!
poem by Ruth Walters
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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