If Mother Nature must be dressed at all,
i hope, when i look her way, her dress will fall.
But just 'oh so slightly' when i, first, take a look,
just like turning a few pages of a joyous book.
I'll bet you DO have a Rivers and Oceans girdle,
and peeking out from it may be a happy turtle.
And below a Dark forest i bet there IS a Ravine,
which, by (MANY) Nature-lovers, has been gladly seen.
I'd better be careful NOT to echo the 3rd fine stanza,
though, if i dared to, you might realize a true bonanza.
Oh! Pardon me, Valsa! ! ‘Spare your rod'
Lash not - i fall at your feet! i'm a lowly sod.
(October 11,2016)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bri Edwards is king of satire. Enjoyed this lovely poem.