You're sad, you said?
How terrible, how bizzare;
Hide your ugly feelings.
Oh, but that smile is not quite right.
When you smile, hold your hand here-- like so;
Hide your ugly smile.
Now that I see it, your arms are rather hideous.
Pull on a larger sweater;
Hide those ugly arms.
Thinking a little more, your legs are rather ça-va-mal.
Wouldn't do to wear shorts or skirts anymore, have these instead;
Hide those ugly legs.
Hide, they whispered.
Hide, they said.
Hide, they screamed.
Hide, they cried.
You never know what monsters out there
Will stare and point and laugh.
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The Garden
PoetryA collection of words that were planted and hopefully will not wilt.