Her Sun Won'T Go Down
The most random thoughts can pop in your head -
like, after it’s down, does the sun go to bed?
This must be a problem when birthing new stars.
Can’t sing ‘em to sleep; they ignite the guitars.
Their mom must be frazzled, not getting much sleep,
so I thought for a moment, and I thought pretty deep.
I’ve got a new venture that seems pretty sweet;
to get suns to bed, you need fireproof sheets.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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