Mike's Pounds, Rounds And Sounds Poem by John Sensele

Bubbling with effervescent energy
Mike runs and runs, chatting with friends in his mind
Whispering, vibrating and gyrating in synergy
With buddies so close they have no axes to grind

In devotion, in imagination, in satisfaction
One another's hearts they warm
Denying their boundless bundles of energy inaction
Anathema to the frenzy form

They detect, expect and select in pegs
In bottle tops and in toys they dismantle
Longing to figure out mechanisms eggs
Deploy and employ in the yolk and in the mantle

Pristine pleasures their mellow moods
Engender from surrender rounds
Of running, pruning strings from foods
Mike resists wishing to gain no pesky pounds.