Happy poem no. 2
It’s wearing a big wide grin
(and nothing else but a scratched Swatch wristwatch)
Omigod what big spade-like teeth,
but white and healthy from regular brushing and flossing
What big round blue eyes that smile at you,
whoever you are
– James Steerforth (© 2007)
Note
Once more a happy poem written for more or less therapeutic reasons.
If it makes you smile even for a split sec, the therapy’s successful.
JAmes, I like this poem very much. You’ve got alliteration and assonance going on at the same time…marvelous! And it’s mysterious.
Oh this is funny, in a Red Riding Hood manner of questioning the wolf appearing in guise of grandmother, and I love it. Just great! G