With their pointy protrusions
threatening my eyeballs
at every turn,
I'm not fooled
by the makers of musicals
and their insistence that umbrellas are
the harbingers of happiness
when I know
that a spoonful of their medicine
goes down in the most frightful way
and I'm still
screaming in the rain
just screaming in the rain...
A poetry prompt from Poetic Asides
nicely done and thanks for sharing your words
ReplyDeleteThank you, Wayne, and thank you for stopping by!
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