I Have a new poem for you!
It's not one of the best I've done, but I love it because I wrote in in Kerouac fashion
But better, because he can't do poetry. Like at all.
(Kerouac fashion just means I did it off the top of my head looking out of a window. Just FYI)
Soft green grass on a hill side
Lush short grass on a field below
It’s a warm summer spring day
A cucumber sandwich
Cold glass of lemonade
Why not have a picnic today
Out comes a black and white ball
Running follows the little cleated feet
It’s futball time me dear
Running and kicking
Shouting and panting
Warm air surrounds the body, fills the body
Feeling good
Whipping of the hard earned dew
Nothing is like
That spring summer sun
No, not a thing
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