Abstract thoughts in random pattern
Bouncing off the rings of Saturn -
In a galaxy far, far away;
Some would say 'she's out to lunch! '
Her grape's no longer in the bunch,
One sandwich short of a picnic lunch -
And I say that's OK;
Cause all those thoughts make one smart cookie
This poetess, she ain't no rookie,
All ya gotta do is take one lookie -
She's got her head on straight!
My thoughts, tho' strange, belong to me
But if you're nice, I'll let you see
Just how strange those thoughts may be -
If you dare to read my mind.
Linda Ori
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/read-my-mind/
