Musings of a Boat-Floating Navel Gazer
a terzanelle
My waft-along existence gleams with glee.
I skip through petting zoos in scarlet shoes.
Mad hatters often ask me round for tea.
I cruise through daisy leas where dormice snooze.
I ride magenta tides to mossy shores.
I skip through petting zoos in purple shoes.
My silver tongue has opened golden doors.
My sea-and-sunshine heart is fetter-free.
I ride a turquoise tide to floral shores.
I知 buzzy as a sozzled bumble bee.
I知 tipsy on a honey-hit of joy.
My steeped-in-moonshine head is fluster-free.
I知 flouncy and I知 flirty, never coy.
I知 purposefully peppered with panache.
I知 blotto on a honey-hit of joy.
I知 apt to make a mammoth march-hare splash.
My waft-along existence glares with glee.
I知 purposefully peppered with panache.
Mad hatters quake when I turn up for tea.
Susan Jarvis Bryant
