Strangest Piece of You

Feeling rather… quixotic

Bordering on melodramatic

In the springtime of my soul

Yet the “May showers” are absurd-ish

Hail and rain bordering on acerbic

Now my every sentence is specious

My mind is just a touch too loquacious

Fairytales and rabbit holes

Believing in the formerly facetious

Thoughts and rhymes thinly egregious

But now I’m here, sipping the dew

Ambrosia-drink and treacle-stew

Buried in my eminent dole

All I ask is if you pass through

Share the strangest piece of you

 

Thin