Yay, yay! celebrating,
Happy joy I'm pollinating,
I'm a yellow bee.
Yay, yay! the new year,
Fresh air of butterflies,
I feel like a fresh pea.
So yellow jumping on joyflowers, I'm a fresh pea and bee ball.
So little I'm rolling around, but I'm a celebration mall.
Yay, yay! the fun spreading,
The joyflowers bloom.
And I have a funny sting,
Run away Mr. Gloom.
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Chaos, Meaning and Poetry
PuisiIf you like weird, chaotic or deep poetry then this book is for you. You can find almost anything here, from Frying fish to Battlefields. Most of the poems are weird, hihi.
