"When curiosity arrives/
I do my research on wives./
I run to the laboratory of the church/
Where I get into my scientist outfit/
Look at the insane look it gives me/
At the hospital I shall be/
Or so it seems with this bleached suit/
But I want to go to the beach and eat some fruit./
And walk on the sand warmed by the sun/
With my feet on dry land all I see is my burned bun."
We also managed to create an Haiku poem.
In order to respect the ancient syllable order 5-7-5 we rearranged it:

"At our last parting/
Leaves yellowed with our grief/
Winter drew closer."
1 comment:
Hope the warmth of the sun will soon come to let those feet feel the sand below and the softness of the heat.
Allyson
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