Poetry Wed-nes-day

And now for the second weekly post, Poetry Wed-nes-day



Villanelle
Yawning Bright Eyed

Bright eyed,
I sit
Yawning.

The chair is killing me
So I stare at my mitt
Bright eyed,

You see,
I am ordered by writ,
Yawning.

I sit blithely
Gazing at it
Bright eyed,

Sitting with glee
And singing, a tomtit
Yawning.

Sipping imaginary tea,
Staring back is my whit,
Bright eyed,
Yawning.

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