Keith Logan Poet Rhyme

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.

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Darlene De Beaulieu January 8, 2017 at 2:22 PM Hello Keith,this is a fun read, I enjoyed this poem . It is a different way to toast a toast. Keith Logan January 9, 2017 at 4:15 AM As I said to Tim Smith, I very much enjoyed writing this piece. Some poems are just more personal than others.

Richard Lamoureux November 8, 2016 at 7:54 PM This was a fun one to read aloud. Keith Logan November 8, 2016 at 10:12 PM I always hear the poem in my head as if it is being read out loud so hopefully your statement covers more than just this piece.

Xuefeng Pan November 2, 2016 at 5:26 AM Excellent indeed! Keith Logan November 2, 2016 at 5:33 AM I am glad it is to your taste. Thank you for taking time out to comment.

Tim Smith November 1, 2016 at 8:40 AM A beautiful poem Keith...high marks Keith Logan November 2, 2016 at 5:31 AM Thank you, and for commenting elsewhere. I enjoyed writing this one more than most.