A Balancing Act

 

 

The beauty of deportment is really quite an art

The most beautiful and well dressed is not all they need

Unless their temple carries well they might as well take heed

What is becoming for one can be improper for another

If unsure of your gait then ask your dear sweet mother

Mouth Me

Poem by Wendy Norman (Seafarrwide)

If you were a mouth nothing more nothing less

What thoughts and sentiments would you express

Watched closely you can see what it can be

A scarlet vermil tinctured gash swearing profanities

A pink rose bud singing words so pure and sweet