Am I nothing but a loud noise
Squelchy
Blowing out my tongue every few seconds
A lame squeaking
Do I annoy you
When I flap my flap into your face
Again
And again
Perhaps it's part of the joy
The celebration
The reason we got together
In the first place
You can weave a poem out of anything. An interesting write and what a joy to read.
So true. It is part of the joy and celebration. Beautifully crafted poem.
Thank you for your generous comment! Wishing you a year full of joy!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its that time of year. Happy New Year wherever you squeak from! ! ! !