Treasure Island

Leaking Pen

(Wellington, New Zealand)

Striptease


It’s time for needed fun
When the spring’s Sun
Does a slow striptease
Shedding few rays at a time
Oh what a tease
I want more please!

My intentions are pure
I lack vitamin D’s cure
Sound advise -Not sleaze-
Cure for the missing rhyme
I am so deficient
My body inefficient

Goodbye heart of winter
It has been a long winter
Freeze jams my hearts’ keys
-It’s a crime not to feel sublime -
Spring’s honey from flower bees
Buzzing sweet sounds in my ears

The Master’s photography
Hope’s biography
My preferred tease
The perfect chime
Let it be, let it be!
My nature is free

April 16,2013
Copyright Leaking Pen 2013

Submitted: Friday, April 19, 2013
Edited: Saturday, April 20, 2013

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