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The bird in my hand
Scans across the great land
For a bush without company
(irony)
Could I pick how I’d fare
I’d die on a dare
And come back as a big girl’s blouse
(uptight)
There would be more of a smile
If every once in a while
She stepped out of her Freudian slip
(why?)
It was a dark and stormy night
And by the candle’s soft light
This was the all I could come up with
You had enough here even in the first two stanzas. They could stand alone as two Haiku like poems.
Charming with the combination of passion yearning and volunarability. I second Mary's sentiment on your prowess. No need for apologies.
loved it! each verse made me smile. And there was no need for the pseudo-apology at the end, you done good!!!
:)