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Fi

Fi is my name 
Short for a title I can't rename

Fi is not a note
Two letters shorter than a mote

A fiddler from Finland
First son of a worker in hinterland

I travel near and far
With or without money in my jar

I am not broke
Just a funny bloke

I once sailed like a sailor bee
Zipping on a summer sea

I landed with my feet
One bended and one splinted with slit

I walked a million steps
From the shore spoke and loved a thousand veps

I trekked a flat icy nest
And climbed the trees of ivory crest

One day I found a coconut tree
A sacred palm from Thee

One name given to me
A connection of wireless canopy

Fi you can call me
Can't tell more about me

Read my name in reverse
Many things I say in verse

Ask me what my dream is?
Simple life I wish and kiss

I'll never drive you like a nut
Just stay true without a but

I'll keep you warm and safe
Stripping you out of troubles that chafe.

I am walking again...
This time on waters that drain

Temperature's so high that ire 
Dipping on a basin of fire

Soaking up to knee-level
Skimping, not revel

Then I dropped in a hole
Bigger than a man hole

I was flushed in a long tunnel
Sliding through a funnel

At the end of the hole I cram
I dropped myself in a dam

I was like a rolling stone
Tumbling and landing on a cone...

The story continues
An epic of giggling ensues

Next time I'll write a story about swan
When you acknowledge my greeting, not ban

Fi is my name with continuity
Fi of fidelity and infinity

See you next time
Be merry and smile all the time!

Copyright © Clifford Villalon | Year Posted 2023

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