I am pulchritudinous and zany.
I wonder why flies fly and elephants don't elephant
I hear giggling tulips and crying cacti
I see zebras dancing in yellow tutus
I want a dollar that will make me holler, Honey BooBoo.
I am pulchritudinous and zany.
I pretend to be a crumb on the floor when I am home alone.
I feel neopolitan ice cream should die in a hole.
I touch squirmy lizards.
I worry about starving children in foreign countries.
I cry when Marie laughs.
I am pulchritudinous and zany.
I understand that Santas isn't real.
I say "Do what makes you happy"
I dream in color and do the thing I want
I try to make people smile where ever I go.
I hope my mom is proud
I am pulchritudinous and zany.
HEY LOOK I'M IN YOUR POEM
ReplyDeleteI loooove your poem. It feels like it slowly morphs from super silly to a more serious note, and that really adds to the effect. Also love the Honey Boo Boo reference. But, uh, what does pulchritudinous mean?