Hello All and Happy Sunday. A busy day here at Stay-at-home land, so I did not have time to form the collection called for by the prompt. But I still managed to write.
Art Glass
Little grey glass manatee,
How I wonder about thee.
An unlikely blob with fins,
Color of old ash in the bins.
Smooth, glossy, heavy as brass,
Some consider you art glass.
Yet sadly it’s a little true
You look like a pile of hot melt glue.
But please manatee, do not dismay,
For proudly you are on display.
A place of honor, not derision,
Just to the right of the television.
Your shiny vagueness no one can top,
Our special victory in a Yankee swap.
