The Cat’s Meow
Somewhere between Plato’s cave
And a beachfront retreat
There is a young lady
Polished in wit and wired
With a predilection for
A sculptable universe
Highly motivated to form
And the essence of a
Thought; by bearded professors-
That exudes a valence
through her imagination
And set’s brush fires
Conclusions
Illusions
Confusions
All emanate from her quill
She rides somewhere between Agamemnon
And Ajax with a saddlebag filled
With sophisticated and wry metaphors
Each moment a treasure trove
That dances in her flickering eyes
Our axis is tilting now and
White winter wool will
Cover our pleasure
And she will gather innovations
Like eggs in a basket
Read her once and she
Will send your mind
On a wild goose chase
Yet, perhaps that is exactly
What you wanted
In the first place
JFTLOI for Deb’s FTD challenge: A Wild Goose Chase'
If found worthy
Hi yo Silver
Awaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyy
Dedicated to a Poetess young enough to be my daughter: Horvax
By Bubby
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