Moody Blues Poem by Paul Butters

When I'm in a bad mood
I'm not a poetic dude -
All I can be is rude.

But when I'm in a Good mood
Those blues get screwed -
And I might even get lewd.

For when I feel good
I walk into the wood
Where my dreams are stood.

I love to bring joy
That will never cloy
Oh boy.

I have the vision
No indecision
Or derision.

See all that beauty,
This might get fruity -
Quite a booty.

But now I must go,
It's the end of this show,
Cue Cupid's bow.

© PB 7\6\2020.