An ant called Inky Dinky Parlay Voo
Crawled on curly trail of funky hill blue
Darkly cloud sprayed cranky rain
Slinky drops draped flanky skin
Blinky foreplay of stinky mud she knew.
March 26, 2020
Contest : Inky Dinky Parlay Voo
Sponsor : Caren Krutsinger
Why is ugly, ugly?
Maybe things are not
As bad as they seem
Could it be because we are frustrated
Things are not the way we dreamt
As you get older
Learn to control your temperature
Become your own mentor
This means more than it does now
Or more than it once did
Me, Myself
I seem to pursue all with doubt
With flanky obstacles
I continue to flirt
Thy curse of effort
The diversity
Between things you like and dislike
You dislike it so much
You no longer can stand to look upon it
As I am hideous for this bland explanation
People become ugly
For they are not who or what we
Perceive them to be
A smile that could feed the starving
The irony in how happiness
Became a dying thought
In this ever flourishing garden
So why is ugly, ugly?
Simply because it is not the picture
We look to see
Ugly is not beautiful
But it’s all lovely
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