You Are Not Having To Ask Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

time for singing, this woman made herself hoarse
and he must rest, because age takes its toll.
character, I won't say, also.

I am not turning quickly, because supposedly what for?
I have my sentence, and I am adding own words,
how I want, I am handing out, where I want.

unless, somebody very much wants to see my fig,
I will demonstrate it, because I have hands efand
actively I am planting... excellent sport. ficient.