Lalamilty ties boredom
with itchemis bows
so can’t will get a rash
and fingers will scratch
scars into no.
She doesn’t like don’t
and she sneers at won’t.
If a rhambangle can climb
the pickimous tree
on only one knee,
then spoiled children can walk
where the snardiffanous squawk.
So she passes out socks
to protect toes from rocks,
and puts tryhardous candy
right where it is handy.
With a whistle through a thistle
she marches tiny feet that balk
through purple gigglemist stalks.
When the very last whimper turns into a song
Lalamilty tells the wee ones they now belong
to the Wizardlet Order of Rhambangle Strong.
©Susie Clevenger 2016
This makes more sense than politics. :)