Lawrence S. Pertillar
Juicy Aint The Word - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Once one has discovered,
A peace of mind to keep cherished...
There will be others,
With disparaging tales to tell.
And most inventive,
Are stories told of all kinds.
As to how one with peace of mind,
Does that 'peace' to do with found time.
You wont believe what I just heard.
And what I tell you, keep it to yourself.
If you should just happen,
To spread it around a little...
You didn't hear it from me.'
~Is it juicy? ~
'Juicy aint the word for it.'
~Gee. I'm all ears.
Get to squeezing every bit of it.
And leave the seeds.
Just in case,
I may want to do some planting of my own.~
'Didn't I tell you,
To keep it to yourself? '
But one never knows when the memory goes.
So slowly pour the tea.~
'And don't sit that close.
You know how folks like to start rumors,
To begin fresh gossip.'
~Aint that the truth.
So what did you hear? ~
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