Michael Poem by Unintelligible Susurration

Michael



Meeting Michael
might make me
mad.
Meeting Michael
at midnight in the
month of May.

Mingling with Michael
must mean missing
many moons.
Mingling with Michael
I am, miserably muttering
my most magical moment.

Misfit Michael
mustering molding men.
Misfit Michael
mercilessly manipulating
my mind.

Thursday, May 9, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: love
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Well this obviously tells who this poem is about.
Just a silly poem using alliteration with the letter 'm' ;)
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tallulah Montegue 02 July 2014

Your Michael poems make me laugh. Love both of them, written with a suspicious heart?

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