I would love to stay,
Just prolong this thing
And play
With all my friend of words-
Yet, I just might say
Too much
And touch
The Pristine Penthouse
Untouchables
All suave-ball swollen
Gold-corrupted
Enchanted hearts-
Ring on mental doorbells-
Some fart-
Smart as art-
And anything other than that,
I will surely clean up!
I have to leave this Word Wide
Peppermint Poem Oasis-today,
Before poetry senility
Just gets me carried away!