Poem.

Dot's here &there.

Dot's that look like pot's and plant's and lamp's like a map.

Silly how people seem to fall,

but really they're just mannquin dolls.

A face so pale so gorgeous, delicious.

The eyes will always keep watch,

just like the whale that whails ever so frail,

by the face you can't replace,

that's in this place you cant misplace.

Singing no song, but filled with no wrong.

Yes, those eyes that pierce through walls.

Those dot's that are here &there,

they will never compare.

Picture by: Joan Miro

Poem by: me

I decided to post this poem because a lot of people wanted to read it so I said to just look at my blog.