It wiggled
and squiggled,
and
It sat there.
It tickled,
was fickle,
but
It sat there.
It noodled
and oodled,
yet
It sat there.
Finally, it boogied
and woodied,
It squirmed
and wormed,
Until....
It BURST
and it is first---
an
IDEA!
Robbin Neff 26Aug06
1 comment:
Cool poem, and I can almost imagine your art piece to go with it!
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