Sunday, July 07, 2019

An Art Flash Poem for the Weekend

Old Smoothie;
   cold hairless weasel?

Old Smoothie had no hair
Nor the feathers of olden day

Nothing to keep him warm
‘Twas human clothing or a mate

Old Smoothie chose his mate
She had feathers galore and more

Feathers to keep him warm
That didn’t work still he was cold

Old Smoothie ditched his mate
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I’m linked with Kerry O’Connor in the Imaginary Garden at
 - an “Art Flash Poem” having exactly 55 words including its title.  And inspired by a piece of art which is posted on her URL link above. Hint: when I first saw it my guess was two nearly hairless Weasels.

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