Flaaaaaaarf!

Poetry Daily

I walk into a room

I say

I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size

They send me to eat in the kitchen

They'll see how beautiful I am

Then they swarm around me,

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black,

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,

I hear the bright bee hum

Ever serene and fair,

And all this is folly to the world