LittleA Poem by Alfred KukitzboyLittle Can we whistle like the ink we write? Carry the tune to a multiple of lines Send an invitation to someone whom should have turned an hour ago Listen as the pip squeaks while asking you for a dime Or what about that invite to Neverland A date with Peter Pan on lessons of the forever child Are those baby changing rooms merely a diaper stop or consciousness changing rooms By Golly I think I’m going into one see if I could be that little fool you knew! © 2018 Alfred Kukitz |
StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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