A Toast
Ah, playful is the gay coquette
who flits between the trees,
which stand around like marionettes
all swaying by degrees.
She romps along, red curls unbound
and flapping in the breeze,
her wrap lies low enfolded round
a figure made to squeeze
Let’s raise a glass to this dear lass
who never meant to tease,
or shake our heads at those instead
that try too hard to please.
Copyright © Keith Logan | Year Posted 2016
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