You feel a gentle flitter
like the twitter of a thrush
that crazy little critter
duly flushed by rosy blush—
you stutter and you stammer
quite confused by all the clamor.
When floundered in the flora
take the time to mark your trail
as the offspring of Pandora
do their best to turn your tail;
with scarlet lips they have a knack
for getting one to double back.
Are You Reading Me?
nice - the topic so well explored...all those shades of red
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ReplyDeleteI like this! Maybe you need to change your blog name to above average poet!
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ReplyDeleteHi all, my cheeks are getting, dare I say, a bit red :-). Thanks for commenting on this old one that has sat getting moldy for 5 years.
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