Morning Moon

                                           Brenda Bryant

MORNING MOON

The rising sun floods the sky with pink,

Yet still the night's full moon,

Sails on, majestic, up above,

To be extinguished, soon.

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GALLERY THOUGHTS

A room hung with pictures is a room hung with thoughts;

Thoughts, understand, of different sorts.

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Arthur gazes at a naked figure

And wishes it had been painted bigger!

Gladys looks at the same bold scene

And she thinks it is quite obscene!

Fred takes a look and thinks 'Not my type.

In my opinion she's over-ripe!'

May, who's obsessed with cellulite,

Thinks 'If I undressed I'd look a fright!'

Guy, the local Man of the Cloth,

Thinks 'That deserves the Grapes of Wrath!'

Felicia, who's young and pretty,

Thinks 'I've never posed and that's a pity!'

Bertie, a lad who's not too smart,

Thinks 'So that is why they take up art!'

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A myriad thoughts buzz round the place,

And you'd never read them from each face!

All that we can do is guess

As they view a lady without a dress!

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