IN THE ROUND
Spring’s the time for couples and amorous poems;
the tiny sun is then just overhead.
She is the center of my existence – love roams –
like the North Pole is the center of the earth.
I will go to the ends of the earth for her love,
but I can’t say how long it would take.
The sun rises for her benefit; it is tough –
but where does it go when it is night?
I will move heaven and earth for her approval
even if the elephants should fall off the turtle’s back!
Nothing would ev’r eclipse her beauty or rival;
like daffodils that come before the swallow dares.*
The Bard center stage on disk – it was all the rage.
The audience firmly placed in the round
at The Globe and he declared: “All the world’s a stage …”
There's no beginning, there'll be no end.†
Biting Satire Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
*A Winter’s Tale, by William Shakespeare.
†Love Is All Around, by Wet Wet Wet