Birth, with stars in her eyes, exploding with mirth.
Mollycoddled, swaddled, passed off by nurses.
Aperture opens, closes - checking out earth.
The peacock calligrapher inks fair verses.
Not bad for a Penny - they sold a circ worth.
The switchboard oohs and ahhs as she converses.
Under the sagacious skies, each phonation
Recorded in babbles with their duration.
9/24/2022
Categories:
circ, birth, humor, money,
Form: Ottava rima
Thank God to be back in the position
to not care again
words seem to be caught between
the rain and the wind
I am so tired of striving to win
can't do it
isn't it so much easier
to just fall down in sin!
( \Delta H_c^\circ )
Categories:
circ, life, passion,
Form: Free verse