Petite Poem by Vincent Igwilo

Petite



I sat on a kite
We flew just fine
I grabbed a cloud
It feels just cold

I dwelt on a ballot
I lived just fine
The world a ball of green and blue
Or so it feels up here

I lived in a shoe
The stench was much
The lace a ladder
With its aid, I climbed out

I flew to the amazon
On a butterfly
I ate some nectar
And burped all the way

I wore my coat
And waved my staff
Coat made with rat's fur
Staff - for an office pin

You can't blame me -
Giant of the upper world
You can't even see me
With those big balls of yours.

Thursday, June 30, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: crazy,fun
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