Spontaneity
Really?
discarding narrow thought flow crutch
we learn directly by soft touch
and what we garner we relay
to the vast void in childlike play
entwined thus with the universe
we dance without need to rehearse
It sounds exhausting!
***
Spontaneity is an evil thing,
days should be orderly with no surprises.
Don't knock on my door at noon
then roll your eyes I'm still in pajamas.
Whimsy
Zany
Wacky
Gayly
There are no zany words of whimsy in my vocabulary;
Let no wacky words gayly drip from your mouth, please, it's quite unsanitary!
Shut the door and close the blinds,
fresh air belongs out not in.
Go away and please don't bother me~
unless, of course, you bring some wine!
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2024
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