Tuesday, May 18, 2021

Poetic Asides/ Poetic Bloomings 9-3 persona of an object

 

Red, Rubber Ball


Oh, you may think I’m just a child’s play thing.

You see me bouncing ‘round and having fun.

From floor, to wall, or ceiling like a spring.

A thwack, a bop, a wallop, hear me sing!

I keep those little children on the run.

Yes, hear them laugh as they toss me about.

They learn to catch and throw and so take wing.

Oh, watch them scramble after me and shout.

I’m glad that I am flexible and stout.

I’m worth my weight in gold, without a doubt.

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