Emmalene - Poem by Michelle Claus
(Dedicated to free-spirited girls Everywhere)
Along purls a girl named Emmalene
with her toes afloating in-between.
Her heels are light, so feathery;
her head in the clouds, so weathery.
At breakfast, she donns a fairy dress;
by supper she sports a quirky mess
of spots and stains – a Pollock painting.
Emmalene is none too dainty.
She brushes her hair in the front, but the back
resembles a tattered sack.
Her sock on the left doesn’t mirror the right.
It’s Opposite Day, every morning and night.
And right about noon we can hear her croon
a whimsical verse, a bit out of tune.
On each of her thumbs, she twirls a purse,
and in every thought, a universe.
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