In the days the grass was thick,
And air of moss rang croaker peeps,
My child-imp, I heard a murmur:
The richest star, and me asunder.
Holding tongue we squawked a bit,
With flapping flips and queasy turners,
Until we bonked and thud each other,
Tumbled down and hurt the other.
Then I saw you raise a smile,
And our laughter rang a mile.
Now we speak in adult language,
'Cept on days when I still listen;
When the whiffy waif wafts right,
I listen and I hear a murmur:
The richest star I've fallen under.







Devious Comments
Just a couple of spelling mistakes, 'murmur' and 'eachother' should be two words.
All in all, a brilliantly fun piece!
I also enjoy the alliteration of "when the wiffy waif wafts right".
critiquing-- to me the word "asunder" doesn't seem to fit. It makes it sound as if the narrator is feeling 'torn apart', as opposed to the joyful feeling of the rest of the stanza.
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"Who's more foolish? The fool or the fool who follows him?"
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drawing: ~Feantauriel
writing: ~Loresinger
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