he said

by the silver giraffe

kids sliding down the neck

    off the tail

        watch them sail;

follow the trail

of bee-thick clover

‘neath a crepe paper sun

fashioned with pinking shears

and pollywog ears;

wear pink panties

he said

twirl a circle

show your lace

make that fanciful funny face.

wanda morrow clevenger © 2011