Spring lays lacy patterns capering
about, sparrows commune to drive
their nails into my ears at seven o' clock
I let out the loudest yawn, the most
fun I will have in the view
of naive, fresh flora laden with youth
the scent of fresh dew gracing grass
blessing my nose with allergies.
I am an optimist, you see, so I tip my hat
to strangers and sneeze on their shoes
YOU ARE READING
oh the hue-manity
Poetrynow that katie isnt on wattpad, who will do my covers now? edit: after some long talks on the phone and i may of sold my soul to Katie (again) she agreed to make me a cover
