Make me cry
Make me wonder
Give me chills, my
assumptions sunder.
Make me bellyache
and slap my lap, not
wince. Convince
me you’re the real deal.
Mix me a drink
Hold the sugar. I have
expensive taste, please –
richer, fuller
Teach me something high
or low, so much I don’t know
We don’t have to be in sync
but do make me think.
Quick! Erase the cliché
Wayfarer’s on her way
Oh mercy: rain…heaven’s tears?
She’s had it up to her ears.
Easy on the adverbs
Her sensibilities disturb
Impress or bless, but don’t bore her
when she’s willing to concur and confer.
But no one’s responding, you lament
Well, compel HW to comment.
Learn from her, this poem her worst yet
but see here the footprints of those who tread.
There is hope for all. Turn
around, if you’ve hit a wall.
If you knew how busy she is, this
challenge you wouldn’t dismiss.
Don’t post just to post. Wait
’til you can give your utmost.
Oh, don’t ring hollow
if you want her follow.
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