young welcoming sky appears sundae-split
rambunctious-giggles in otherwise
muted hours of deep slumberdome
i draw the curtains to avoid the
fiery-dragon coming through,
as it wipes away precious moments of
pre-morning zest.
passing around the world in a jiffy,
the sky appears spic and span; laundry-washed,
i spot an impeccable chariot-cloud,
while the other eye spots a crocmonster
here’s to another day of robust-cartoons
fresh from the laundromat.
Acknowledgements :- Thank you Bjorn for hosting MTB at dVerse, “Kennings, to know.” Thank you all for stopping by and reading.
“slumberdome” I love that word!
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Thank you very much, thanks a lot for stopping by. 🙂
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You are most welcome
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That chariot-cloud is wonderful
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Ah! What a pure delight.
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A fun poem Kitty 👍🏼🙏🏼
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Nice one!!
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Such a nice write Kitty — thank you for sharing… 🙂
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This put a smile on my dial. Laundry-washed feels super clean. Such a good way to set a scene.
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Really cleverly-worked, fun to read and the best closing lines I have read in a long while..
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