Stay Frosty

Steve Goldenfort

As the world’s greatest poet, that the world has never known.
It allows me to stroll seamlessly, in any town I roam.

 

Talk to people, tell my shmeele, show them where it’s at.
Some will light up in their eyes and some just say nice hat.

 

When I find a poem I'd like to read, often they will say.
That’s not something we do here during any time of day.

 

Stifled and constricted I promptly move along.
Seeing if the next town, wants to hear my song.

  • Author: Steve Glodenfort (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 25th, 2024 09:17
  • Category: Unclassified
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