Unintelligible Susurration


Michael - Poem by Unintelligible Susurration

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.


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 about Michael by Unintelligible Susurration

  • Rookie - 29 Points Tallulah Montegue (7/2/2014 8:38:00 PM)

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

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 9, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 3, 2014


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