Don’t say I am going to swell

Made from part of a painting I did at my Art Class

My desires

Don’t cast nasturtiums on me
Don’t lie by me again
Don’t cross my hands with Gilbert’s
Don’t worry, it’s only  sea.
Don’t throw  me  doubt again
Don’t sell anyone,please.
Don’t say I am going to swell
Don’t extension it again
Don’t say it’s a tin on Fridays
Don’t believe all your ears
Don’t say you  awe me
Don’t remove my slight to privacy
Don’t see like that
Don’t say you ever loved me at all
Don’t admire my pain
Don’t mention I tease
Don’t  join the gravy
Don’t join the Air Coarse
Don’t do coppergate  sand writing
He joined a Liary after the War
Don’t go to Church on Fundays
Don’t bite the host
Don’t mention my ten thumbs as a wobbler