A Taste Of Artistic Temper Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
A Taste Of Artistic Temper
Just because I write,
Don't think I'm lightweight on my toes.
A few got that confused...
And found themselves with bloodied noses!
My father taught me how to box,
And my mother taught me to play baseball...
Which I played a lot and enjoyed!
I didn't find myself into the creative arts...
It found me.
Some folks think I'm delusional.
Until they get a taste of artistic temper!
And it can switch from hot to cold.
Oh...
I love to cook,
And prepare my body for any type of touch!
Invitation only...of course!
I hate to be rude to anyone left outside knocking!
It adds too much flair to the dramatics,
I've already setup and prepared!
'Hello...
Welcome to my moment! '
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5/4/2024 10:49:32 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I know how you feel because I have a temper also but my parents told me that I have to control it. Nicely written keep on writing.