This is not a poem
Before Baked Alaska was finish
I had a brainstorm with my little muse
She was tormenting me
I wasn't sure where she wanna to be
I was caring her with me my whole summer
She was so small
I was afraid to loose her
I'm always surround by potential material
that I can use in case some idea come along.
But I know since I saw her
She was special
and She choose to not be in any Altoids box
But independent and very charismatic
A modern version of "The Emperor New Clothe"
Coming all the way from Alaska
I had a brainstorm with my little muse
She was tormenting me
I wasn't sure where she wanna to be
I was caring her with me my whole summer
She was so small
I was afraid to loose her
I'm always surround by potential material
that I can use in case some idea come along.
But I know since I saw her
She was special
and She choose to not be in any Altoids box
But independent and very charismatic
A modern version of "The Emperor New Clothe"
Coming all the way from Alaska
Mix Media By C.L.DeMedeiros
2 comments:
The top one reminds me of the Wheel of fortune on a tarot card. Also, you should google Cottingley Fairies. That's quite a story. I like the thimble on the nose.
I love this! Maybe because I collect a lot of little things and it can be compared to caviar, just a little amount and you're fine. Exquisite.
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