Language Giggling
Oh such pleasure I find
In getting something done.
You are polite, too kind.
In fact, the only one
Who would encourage me
To try expressing self,
Who makes me milky tea
And makes one love oneself.
I enjoy the fiddling
With syllables and words.
When are they now dribbling?
My thoughts, ideas-swords.
My dearest new treasure!
This writing and scribbling
Oh how do I measure
Witty language giggling?
Copyright © Agatha Jetaime | Year Posted 2015
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