BY JAY CALHOUN
Must say how much I love the letter S
She brings excitement, class,
Sibilance
Slippery brightness.
Softly said,
She soothes
Shouted, she slices
When too-much repeated
Protracted,
Over-used,
She runs off.
She carries my meaning,
My intentions,
Away
Even the look of her!
So curvy!
S S SsssssssssssssssS!
Maybe she will become a Z
When she gets old.
Still,
I will love her.
