Speculate
I contemplate an empty slate when new ideas titillate
intruding thoughts a boilerplate just how should I communicate?
When sometimes I can’t concentrate I take some time to isolate
I meditate and cantillate and still I discombobulate.
The brain cells I manipulate can find an answer much too late
I hesitate to absquatulate I take my pride and ambulate.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.
Capricious Poet 
wow wow….such a fun and clever write…you’re brilliant…
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You give me a big head Sumana, thank you so much!
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Really fun with a wonderful rhythm to it
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Thanks so much Rommy it was fun to write!
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Lol love this one! It’s witty 🙂
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I don’t know how I came up with it either. Lol! Thanks Melinda you have a nice week!
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You too!
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LOL
You got me at ‘discombobulate.’ and ‘absquatulate’ ; had to look up those two.
You captured the spirit of Pierrot Grenade. Well done1 Well done!
much love…
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I don’t know, I tried Gillena I’m glad you think so! As long as you liked it that’s all I can hope for. Hugs!
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