Blowing bubbles in milk always feels good
Instinctual right of passage
God's gift to childhood
Like muddy shoes
And catching fireflies
If you nurture your silliness
It never dies
Snorkel your moo juice
Just go ahead
Emily Post isn't looking
She's already dead
Let's revisit our childhoods
It takes off the edge
Eat cookies before dinner
And ignore your veg
Carpet your living room in city streets
Read with a flashlight under the sheets
Crowd the rug in Matchbox cars bumper to bumper
Put on some knee socks to accent your jumper
Whimsy's the armor we grown ups wear
To shield us from life's bitter cold
Though the years cooled our heels
We still have Hot Wheels
And that means we'll never be old
Very whimsical!
ReplyDeleteWhat can I say? I'm a whimsical kinda gal. ;)
DeleteDefinitely fun.
ReplyDelete"God's gift to childhood"
That is a great expression.
Thank you!
DeleteThis is great fun "Snorkel your moo juice" my fave line.
ReplyDeleteI think that was my favorite too. ;)
Delete"If you nurture your silliness, It never dies." I think more people need to try being goofy now and again. It is so much fun. Nice little poem.
ReplyDeleteI think so too! Thank you for stopping by.
DeleteLove this! You've captured whimsical perfectly with this piece. And I love the line: "Emily Post isn't looking, She's already dead" - that's fantastic!
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteThis is great! And, I vote for always eating cookies before dinner.
ReplyDeleteMe too!
DeleteSnorkel your moo juice - I love that - and Emily Post isn't watching she's already dead. Funny. Creative take!
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteLove your poem, especially the lines about moo juice and Emily Post being dead.
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Deletelove it.:)
ReplyDeleteThank you! I'm glad you stopped by.
DeleteA different take on the prompt - enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteI try! Glad you enjoyed it!
DeleteNice poem!
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by!
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