April*
Sometimes I write a poem a day Just because it’s the month before May I rack my brain Drink a glass of champagne And push the dullness of winter away Write a poem of not too many words about April
Tireless Traveler*
Tireless Traveler See new art See old art See more art Dance in a graveyard Watch a child play Try different hats Sleep at whimsical places Listen to a strange tune Breathe in unexpected scents Taste a fabled dish and plain soup Onward to more
Maybe a hot iron inserted correctly will help them learn. Or tie them down and to four horses before sending them in different directions. I might be just a bit blood thirsty. (just a bit hush They're in that room *hands over the key* )