Sky Too Green
Sky so green
Grass too blue
What I may tell you
May not be too necessarily true
Poets often wrinkle
And scurry over the rhyme
So sue me tangential
Versification has never been a capital crime
Riddle me plastic
Cauterize those peeps of joy
Life tarries aslantlike
I hope they have a baby boy
Roses be red
For her with eyes so too blue
Oh, another butterfly release—
Could you free me one day too?
Posted on October 12, 2016, in Poem and tagged birth, blue, butterfly, children, colors, crime, eyes, fun with words, grass, green, love, Poem, poets, release, sky, truth or fun, versifying. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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