a bit o' fun poetry

I stumbled across the random bit of poetry I wrote this past April and thought I'd share it with you. It's unfinished and unedited, but still sort of fun. Some day I may try to polish it, but it is what it is for now. Enjoy!

Yesterday I met a girl with no imagination.

I had no idea her kind existed.

How dull to see the world in white, gray, and black.

Where's the color? Where's the pizzaz?

Is it possible to not see

the green leaf upon the tree?

To not heed the whim

of youth, pep, and vim?

Can one not wander aimlessly

and behold a world so lovely?

in a world of dancing flowers

wander I do and see

the caterpillar green and rosy

perusing a large tome

that hollow trunk contains a home

for squirrels who chatter

with fairies far and near

there never was a jabberwocky

or a prince who could not bear

to see a maiden in distress

each ray of light beckons me

as the wind caresses my cheek

the birch tree bows and begins to dance

the leaves jingle in suit