Jumble tumble
phase of words.
It comes out,
to sound absurd.
Flutter, Clutter
they do fall.
Inside thoughts
as I do stall.
Staller, Hauller
I must write.
Inside trust
I’ll be just right.
Plunker, Blonker
I will play.
Inside silly
in this day.
Wrinka, Wrooa
poem I do
Inside smile
I send to you.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 9:00 AM UTC
Jumble tumble
phase of words.
It comes out,
to sound absurd.
Flutter, Clutter
they do fall.
Inside thoughts
as I do stall.
Staller, Hauller
I must write.
Inside trust
I’ll be just right.
Plunker, Blonker
I will play.
Inside silly
in this day.
Wrinka, Wrooa
poem I do
Inside smile
I send to you.
Inspired by maya Thanks
It's a silly one.
Guess my mind went on vacation.
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