Miss Piggy Poem by JJ Evendon

Miss Piggy



A plane, red like a setting sun
breeze brushes her body keeping it alive
propeller rests like hands of a clock
together they wait for man born of sky
for it is he that makes the world smile!

Saturday, April 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: flying
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