Poetic form: Dr. Suessian
The poet leaves cyberspace momentarily to participate in creating order in the real world.
Where is the poet?
Is she here or there?
I don't see her anywhere!
Why she is AWOL can't you see?
Back in the real world being busy!
She's painting her walls, one two and three.
This will make the poet wax so happy.
One wall is rust red, to warm her with heat,
One wall spun in gold to stay light on her feet,
The blue wall inspires creativity
Look watch her dance! She is filled with such glee!
Please be patient oh readers,
She will return soon
With a mind full of color
And perhaps with a tune...