Wax In Stick Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion
Wax In Stick
A-fter the chill of night,
M-isty Monday is gone;
Y-our birthday has come, February seventh dawn.
A-s the Tuesday morn breaks,
N-imbus above is fantastic;
D-o paint your lips with crimson,
E-mbellish with wax in
S-tick.
Monday, February 6, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: birthday
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