Peace of Mind

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Poems
Just an exercise in rhyme, a poem about fantasy people, places, and things.

Submitted: September 21, 2016

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You've heard of a Twit

Now answer this by your Witt.

Do you know what Twits really are?

They are the size of an ant,

They are very, very, scant;

Thousands would fit in a Mason's jar.

 

Tiny people, so very small

That no-one sees them at all,

Not even their houses beneath Fungi.

Under mushrooms they build houses,

But there are no financial clauses

'cause you do not sell what no-one buys.

 

It is a Twit's peace of mind

A paradise of a kind

No mortgage, utilities, or taxes.

When all is said and done

And at the setting of the sun

The Twit is one who relaxes.

 

Down under the Toadstools

There are no regulatory rules,

Just build a house in a shady spot.

It doesn't have to be fancy

For Jim, or Joe, or Nancy,

But comfort --- really means a lot.

 

09-21-2016


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