Treasure Island

Unintelligible Susurration


Bloom, Flower


Flower, flower
When will you bloom
I need to know for it has to be soon.

Slyly, slyly
It walks to the tomb
Almost as if it is certain of its doom.

Now, now
You are no Heidi Klum
That boy still seems to scurry to his room.

Woah, woah
What have we here?
Are my eyes deceiving me
or did it just look in the mirror?

Ha, ha
I told you so,
You are nothing but a woe.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 25, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Humorous as it is, this poem was inspired by things just like any other poem. It was inspired by my appearance. Ha! Yes I am just a woe. That part about 'You are no Heidi Klum' I only wrote because I couldn't think of any other words that rhymed with room. Haha.; D

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