Bubbliscious
One, two velvet pink
silky fingers in my drink
no, no musn't do
useless words on one so new
Hip, hop on my breast
who's the one I love the best?
Shriek, squeal tickle feet
satin hug from one so sweet
Scold? No, wouldn't do
suddenly I'm also two
Laugh, tease, feather kiss
something I would never miss
Run, jump come this way
teaching grandma how to play
Oh, no! Mommy's here
time to say bye-bye with tears
too still afternoon
hope my precious comes back soon!
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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