Nothing common in her tweets,
For she’s fortified with sweets!
What she tastes she somehow sees
Always tucked between her knees.
Autumn’s version of her face?
She knows just the perfect place:
In a corner of the zoo
With a peckish kangaroo!
There the campfire stories burn
And odd children come to learn
How to brand themselves with stars
That have slipped between the bars.
If you’ve suffered through this verse,
Don’t forget: It could be worse.
You could be among the dead,
Plunged in darkness, plagued by dread;
But you’re here, you’re having fun—
Keep it up, your life’s not done!
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Posted on October 24, 2021, in light verse, Poets & Storytellers United, Rhyming poetry, The Whirligig and tagged always, brand, campfire, common, nothing, peckish, place, see, stories, tastes, tweets, versions. Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.