this year’s gone all heavy again, lead
-bellied belligerent bossypants and
i long to tutu and tulle, rule the school
with taffeta promises and stripey-socked
glee. you see, we’ve got some giggles that
need loosing. some bubbles that need
blown to sky. some secrets that need whisp
-ered to these trees. come with me, and we’ll
fingerprint that foolish moon, smudge the
sun with hum and hope. i’ve got a jump
rope and some pickup pixie stix and a way
-ward mix of angry chick music and oompah
band bluster. buster, we’ve got to go and mud
-lucious ourselves silly, build blanket forts
and faerie lands of dandelion fluff and broken
stars. just daisy petal ourselves away and change
our names to Squib and Squee, and stay some
-where where this crazy world is (once, again) ours.
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written for poetic asides November chapbook challenge.
Whimsygizmo's Blog 
I Love “wanting whim.” Alot.
This is a fun challenge