A satirical poem about writing.

Little words of value blown to smithereens
I am a smidge of worry with a touch of green
I spent the night picking out E's and O's
now my tummy is a gurgling with woes

From the belly, letters jumbled and crinkled
from my ear every word flowed and mingled
from the eyes the poem poured out in stance
as front cover, back cover, spine cover, danced

I drank it all down with a large glass of water
swished it all up, then I thought I saw an otter
in my mind the word CREATE arrived in swing
so I decided to write this ditto and give it wing

I swallowed a dictionary full of words and phrases
I didn't do it for glory, nor did I do it for praise
Maybe I just wanted to feel whole again
that is why I used, my frivolous light pen

I swallowed the dictionary, now what ?

bY: mYSTIC rOSE
Jan 17, 2019