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)

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.

About James Steerforth

I am an author of poetry and fiction, translator and painter who loves to have fun with borrowed feathers.
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2 Responses to Happy poem no. 2

  1. maryt says:

    JAmes, I like this poem very much. You’ve got alliteration and assonance going on at the same time…marvelous! And it’s mysterious. 🙂

  2. suburbanlife says:

    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

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