By white froth
stiff upper lip
Gives pesky aches
Bum’s rush slip

Flipping mind
Flipped over
To hang loose
Life is at best mixed bag
All along, understood

Levity makes hay
From every iota of time
Beating living daylights out
Of looming gloomy clouds
Mining silver linings in fray

Frothy Sundaes
Deliciously add panache
To every searing day
On obdurate upper lip
This froth, I do display ~


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