Sheer Vanity
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
It isn’t just a little happy face,
This flower, though fat and happy this one is.
Because of gorgeousness and grinning grace,
It glories in its cheerfulness. “Gee Whiz!”
It gurgles with its prettiness. “Ain’t I
The sauciest girl your garden’s ever seen?
There isn’t any room for you to sigh
Like some pathetic poet. I’m the queen
Of frilly fun! Come on! Don’t you agree?”
He finds that he can only laugh and smirk
At cheekiness’s silly filigree,
“She’s such an egocentric piece of work!”
..He has a troubled thought, but, with a pause,
….He snips with sheers and puts her in a vase.