Not 5 feet tall she does stand proud,
And trust me she can work the crowd.
When job’s all done
She’s up for fun,
And that comes with laughing out loud!
Her children are grownups in fact,
All trying to clean up their act.
Bond not broken,
Love unspoken -
Maternal instincts still intact!
She knows the chessboard like her hand,
The forks and gambits are well planned.
Knight, rook or pawn -
The battle’s on,
All pieces snap at her command!
She now sports a wrinkle or two,
Yet fashion sense as good as new.
By any means
She struts her jeans
In hippie style of fading blue!
Poetry, her integral part,
Her way with words is off the chart.
Her sharp tongue works
Through quips and quirks,
That blows your mind and wins your heart!
She claims she has no shades of grey,
But once you dissect her wordplay,
Her dark side shines
In hidden lines,
Then LOL goes a long way!
The fish know I’m coming
Turtles line the logs
Swans parade in pre-game frenzy
Geese honk from the cheep seats
Muskrat groundskeepers tend the “field”
Bullfrog-voiced announcers “harrumph” the goings on
Dragonfly vendors work the crowd
The fish know I’m coming
The game is on…….
John G .Lawless
©6/11/2017
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