Making poems of verse and rhyme

          To some would be a waste of time

 To use a verse to state a case

          For some would be a total waste

 But for me a joy is easily found

          In shaping words into rhythmic sounds

Taking words and making them flow

          Is a joy I want the world to know

As a woman's form has style and grace

          Each word falls gently into place

 Swaying gently from side to side

          Each line a smooth erotic ride

To places only words can go

          Their gentle visions they will show

 Worlds filled with wonder overflowing with hope

          Words show loving ways with which to cope

© Charles Grimmett 2001  All Rights Reserved

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