Poetic
Stanzas of verse in final scoop,
Words fill my purse in fragrant droop.
Lines tell of feel that follow sighs,
Wordplay can still hurl what thoughts pry.
Wit mellows well this show-and-tell,
A deeper spell now charms and gels.
No need to think too much of jest,
Words on the brink can cluster fest.
Squeeze and squeeze more for less funds best,
Rhymes fashion spores in speed galore.
Live each new ooze of lines that breeze,
Seize that fond snooze in a light squeeze.
Just simply be that certain feel,
Words as you see can fit the bill
Leon Enriquez
12 October 2017
Singapore
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