And Now, I Am Writing...To You Dear... Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

I am writing to you pink puppet clown
my writing is tender
as stroking with one hand and amendment
with hand two because you deserved always
to remember about you

puppet clown, support for the ineptitude,
you are a phantom for all those naive
pull them through out, even
seemingly it for them is nice because,
still little they can see, entertaining

auntie-grandmother with one's jokes
are puncturing everything with aces
what it is necessary and not complaining
loud a refrain was missing to the community
singing at picking beets

pink puppet clown, soft toy for young and older
I to say - not my you sweet toy, what you are doing
in the dustbin with the history of literature
under legs, you have the sky above the head,
and the letter won't get through, ... but

I am writing to you pink puppet clown
my writing is tender
as stroking with one hand and amendment
with hand two because you deserved always
to remember about you