Two little hands
dancing on a rattle
two little feet
marching for a battle
Three little hands
rocking on a lap
of grown-up trees
chasing for a nap
Four little friends
basking in mellow mud
baskets of flowers
in hands of a bud
Five big hearts
in small, tiny chests
beating with banter
of all serious jests
Six little tongues
stuck out to mock
from sheepish smiles
in dirty little frocks
Seven little braids
swinging in a dance
seven poor toes
in a royal prance
Eight little noses
sneezing in the snow
minds of wisdom
yearning long to grow
Nine little ears
little did they know
world doesn't reap
every seed you sow
One lonely head
plunged in a cold
which shrunk souls
when bodies became old
Little eternities away
time ages to pinion
wings of innocence
ensnared in little oblivion.
Written last summer.
The structure goes like three words in first amd third line and four words in second and fourth.
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Metamorphosis
Poetrymetamorphosis ˌmɛtəˈmɔːfəsɪs,ˌmɛtəmɔːˈfəʊsɪs/ noun ZOOLOGY (in an insect or amphibian) the process of transformation from an immature form to an adult form in two or more distinct stages. "the persistence of the larval tail during metamorphosis" a c...
