Clifford Villalon Poet Nonet

Somersault

Somersault, flips and swings like an oar
Cup of salt, flings and stings on floor
Powder of talc, smoothens all
Slides and glides over all
Skip, stretch, turn or twist
Huff, puff like whist
Heart and soul
Fly high
Hop

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Darlene De Beaulieu January 20, 2023 at 10:31 AM Hello Clifford, I see that you have only one comment here. by John Ozemiko. Now I will rea\d your poem. This poem does sound like fun to me. I vision a person enjoying the somersaluts. I like thid poem. My fav. Enjoy your day my friend. Darlene De Beaulieu January 21, 2023 at 11:19 AM Hello Clifford, You are welcome Clifford. I never judge anyone either about anything. Enjoy your day my friend. Clifford Villalon January 20, 2023 at 3:07 PM Fine with me Miss Darlene. Thank you. I never judge anyone. I don't want to be judged too, because of my sad old past.

John Ozemko January 15, 2023 at 1:20 PM Well done. And thank you for stopping by and for being a flirty girl.