Dripping In Gaiety
The fluid of clapping hands,
the singing of bouncing feet.
The wiggling of tongues,
sing with the beat.
The sun drenched sky,
the white square clouds,
little laughs fill the rain.
Streaming fingers tip a bud,
the frogs come out to play.
A spider spoke of greenery,
while leaping my way.
I tickled at the shrubbery,
that caught the basketball.
And walked in dirt,
with white, white socks.
Belly shaking smiles.
The crooked Christmas tree,
with ever flickering lights,
the cat broke an ornament.
These things seem sweet delight.
I let the balloons loose today,
and burst with yellow happy.
It turned to speckled purples,
the balloons dripped their gaiety.
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