Suzanne Jones Poet Rhyme

Back In the Box

I’m in the box with 
A smile and a frill.
The curl in my hair 

Falls right down my back.
The smile runs so deep
I never could frown.

If I do, I’ll be ill
Rather than bad,
And take the pill to

Get back in the box.
The bird in the box
That can never sing.

The heart of the box
Does so want to sing.
The smile is so trite

Like all of the frill,
But when I try
I get back in the box,

And then feel so bad
The curl won’t come back.
I then take the pill

So I don’t feel bad,
And then I can smile
And give up the frown.

The box is so bad
I’m locked in the frown.
The bird wants to be free

So she can sing.
I feel so sad that
The frill is so bad,

I then take the pill
To be free of the frill,
That goes all the way

To get the box back,
And then I am glad
To be back in the box.

12.03.19

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