(S)Lumber Parties for Dizzy-Daisy Princesses

See, here’s the thing: 

the men
-folk are all off
engaging in the hum
-drum dumb of war
and snoozing laws.

We prefer a
(rebel-with-a-cause)
preponderance
of paws, and whip
-cream shapes and declarations
that go a-May-ing:
National Peanut Butter Day,
and Slap Your Com(m)a Awake Month.

We drizzle our daze in honey and chalk
-talk, buttermilk promises and peace treaties
that celebrate the survival
of the wittiest.

We are a great nation of survivors,
thrivers,
our
{wink} pink-think-ink phrases stum
-bling on truth, and time.

We are throwing off the covers
of un
-government dance, declaring our skivvies
fine, and our tresses best breezed
by only
sky.

We’ll hum,
and let our fe(a)t(t)(h)ers
…………………………………………..fly.

 

..
Just imagine most of these fabulous words and phrases are Shawna’s, and you’ll have a BINGO! I simply enticed them all into a poem. You know you wanna come to our slumber parties. They’re the best! 

 

 

 

 

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