Accused of much silliness, it's who I am
Can't change I'm afraid, just a silly old man
Life's a big hoot
In my colourful suit
A clown like attire with a nose so grand
fingering white pages, one by
one, painted with ebonic ink.
borrowed,
i’m blushing
like a bride.
the rush
of pages,
windmill
churning…
so careful, this klutz, sipping tea.
lady grey,
graceful,
citrusy.
book rests under the bulbous light.
minutes,
so close,
without a spy.
singular tea bag holder, rose chintz,
chipped away at my piggy bank.
tea-stained spoiler
tainted twenty pages or so.
librarian
eying
the drip.
Accused of much silliness, it's who I am
Can't change I'm afraid, just a silly old man
Life's a big hoot
In my colourful suit
A clown like attire with a bulbose nose so grand
"In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous." Aristole
Clouds,
Drifting
Gossamer,
Amorphously
Cumulonimbus
Botryoidal changelings
Bulbous body-building boils
Robustly rising with swelled heads
Bragging with bursts of thunderous joy
Eager to display lightning anvil crowns
Accused of much silliness, it's who I am
Can't change now, I'm just a silly old man
Life's a big hoot
In my colorful suit
A clown-like attire with a nose so grand
Accused of much silliness, it's who I am
Can't change I'm afraid, just a silly old man
Life's a big hoot
In my colourful suit
A clown like attire with a nose so grand
Accused of much silliness, it's who I am
Can't change I'm afraid, just a silly old man
Life's a big hoot
In my colourful suit
A clown like attire with a nose so grand
Accused of much silliness, it's who I am
Can't change I'm afraid, just a silly old man
Life's a big hoot
In my colourful suit
A clown like attire with a nose so grand