If I Were An Igloo

If I were an igloos I would be different than the others, 
more flamboyant.
Painted in rainbow colors, 
I would play hip hop music, and I would wear 
a colorful, feathered boa, sprinkled with glitter.
There would be loudness,
And frenzied dancing, possibly screaming,
Especially after the polar bears begin
Stalking my inhabitants
which would be pretty easy to find 
in the whiteness of Alaska, 
 Thanks to the loudness of my songs
And my rainbow colors, 
And my enormously wonderful
feathered boa, with the glitter shining.
I would have rapid changeover, 
trading family after family,
Possibly switching to jazz or bluegrass,
but keeping the boa until it finally blows away on its own.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Kiser Avatar
April 26, 2019 at 5:28 PM
I've heard of it all now! An igloo with a feathered boa; now that IS original! I am so sorry it blew away. A "FAV".
Krutsinger Avatar
April 27, 2019 at 2:43 AM
I love trying to be original. This flamboyant side came out rather quickly before Trixie could even wake up.
Trifiatis Avatar
April 26, 2019 at 7:23 AM
If you were an Ingloo my dear friend, Caren, you would be the marvel of the Grand North! Beautiful imagery!
Krutsinger Avatar
April 27, 2019 at 2:43 AM
Thank you Demetrios. What a lovely comment! I shall cherish it.
Ravidas Avatar
April 26, 2019 at 6:18 AM
Your grandchildren should have a lot of fun having such a grandmom like you, Caren)
Krutsinger Avatar
April 27, 2019 at 2:44 AM
Kurt, they rather adore me, and the ones at school are always sneaking into my pockets, ready to come home with me. Little do they know I am a TERROR at home.
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