Sunday, August 05, 2012

Flutter

The finches flit and flirt
but scandalously skirt
the cover of a cozy copse
their inner shame inert

and as a plump one plops
his happy honey hops
their conjugation rather curt
the stalemate never stops.
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2 comments:

Dave King said...

This is both humerous and somewhat sad. Delightful read.

4:06 AM
rch said...

Thanks Dave that's what I was hoping for. 8^D

11:13 AM

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