A Fond Adieu

A Fond Adieu





In my wilding hours deeply departed,

Shedding feathers of a hoddy-noddy,

From curdling showers of boo.

I chill with phonics, blue bonnets,

And maidens with tonic of sins,

With a nib of a pen and splash of bumbo.

Nightly in quarters of my poetic milieu,

While doffing my hat in a fond adieu,

When the strings of my heart snaps

And my jack-spats tap.

Softly shoeing on a cloud of woo,

Walking with smile in a forever mile,

In my wilding hours deeply departed,

While doffing my hat in a fond adieu.




 

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