Let’s Raise the Bar For the ‘B’ poem by Margaret Leora Workman; Warponie Art

Let’s raise the bar for the ‘B’,
you know the ‘A’ Wannabe?
The old bar can go down in history
as one without a clue
about why the color blue…
So many situations of old.
Why so many clueless nights and days?
Remember the sun?
Remember there is only one.
So, let’s start there and continue on.
How many ways to count?
We don’t have to rush in and make a big deal…
Oh! You have your own spiel?
How long? Forever!?
Well, it already has been that long.
Is there no one else who can drive that car, van, scooter or jeep?
Wear that fur, skirt, halter top, 7-inch heels and never sleep?
What about the windowed house by the pool with all of that pink?
What about the tapestry and mink?
And why so many countless lovers with plastic heads?
At least it’s all portable and interchangeable.
Can we fill it with lead?
Please throw me an ice cream cone.
PS: don’t forget the sailor outfit, the boat and your puppy! Yaaaayeeee!!!
By Margaret Leora Workman; Warponie Art