Cinquain Again 6

Dream of 
cotton candy 
and ticker-tape parades 
when we finely win this grievant 
long war.

Do it! 
But how can I! 
There has been no training, 
no understanding of what I 
must do.

One pie? 
Just one little pie? 
Means I will have to share! 
W.F. give Gary some apples 
to bake.

A dream 
my lad, a dream 
oops.. such a dream could kill 
and I would never wake up again 
never!

Next one 
to post a cinq 
might just be the winner 
of this free-for-all traffic jam 
maybe!

Eat out 
again tonight? 
I thought we could cook toast, 
some Blue Bell ice-cream and ketchup 
on toast!

Mm mm 
is such a hard 
word to rhyme. I can’t thank 
of any word that will rhyme with 
Mm mm.

Yum seeds 
won’t grow in Fall. 
You have to plant them soon 
before the sun grows too warm in 
Summer.

Gardens 
still wait for heat 
and sunlight to shoot out 
their buds and tender young leaves 
up right.



Huge grin 
is on my face 
as I think about you 
sitting tall in the audience 
with pride.

Yourself 
ourselves, themselves, 
we are all the same inside. 
We are full of beans and filled with 
hot gas.

Addict! 
I have rats in 
mine. Did you say attic? 
My mistake, must be getting deft 
or old.

Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2008

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