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Purses of yellow.
Purses of green.
What do all of these purses mean?
One holds money.
One holds keys.
One holds makeup.
One holds cheese.
Straps leather and long,
Clutches for under the arm.
Some made of patent leather
For their shiny charm.
I don’t know why they’re here,
These purses all on the floor,
But picking them up
Won’t be my endless chore.
I will kick them under the bed,
Where they will not be seen,
Cause, when all is said and done,
WTF do they mean?
I apologize. I have loved rhyme for as long as I have known it existed; so, once in awhile, it takes hold and the looniest things come out of me. I enjoy them like a child with sticky cotton candy all over her lips and fingers....decadent. They make me smile.
Purses of green.
What do all of these purses mean?
One holds money.
One holds keys.
One holds makeup.
One holds cheese.
Straps leather and long,
Clutches for under the arm.
Some made of patent leather
For their shiny charm.
I don’t know why they’re here,
These purses all on the floor,
But picking them up
Won’t be my endless chore.
I will kick them under the bed,
Where they will not be seen,
Cause, when all is said and done,
WTF do they mean?
I apologize. I have loved rhyme for as long as I have known it existed; so, once in awhile, it takes hold and the looniest things come out of me. I enjoy them like a child with sticky cotton candy all over her lips and fingers....decadent. They make me smile.
2 Comments:
One holds cheese?
rhyme: modern poetic thought seems to underate rhyme. i don't understand why as i like to talk in rhyme i do it all the time.
you don't have to apologize for whimsy, without it we'd be bored to distraction.
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