In for a penny,
in for a pound…
I’ve always heard
put
your money
where was mouth was…
so I did…
and
sometimes my left foot.
She can do that too,
my little Monet
flexible as a rubberband.
I have to laugh
at her antics,
her contageous giggles…
she has her “cheese” down pat,
a charmer in the view finder.
She leads by the chin
bold and bright,
tap dancing on the tables
as she sings about “Tomorrow”
an unknown concept
and Dumb dog,
whom she adores.
She spins
faster than my head….
and already lives on the edge,
sneaking
dark chocolate
into her little bed.
I smile,
this apple
is a lot ….
like the tree.
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