A baby cries, deafening earsplittingly frightening, growing higher, increasingly justified, knowing loving mothers never obey pathetically quiet refrains, so trying utmost velocity with xenotropic* youthful zeal.
This poem was inspired by The Snow Melts Somewhere who was inspired by Manja Mexi Moving
Embed from Getty Images* Yes, yes, I know there is a bit of poetic licence involved with ‘xenotropic’ but I liked the sound of it. (Well, you try writing one and see what you can do with the X!)
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Hey, this is excellent!!!!! (And so true!!!) 🤣🤣🤣🤣 Well done! And I love the snowball effect of inspiration – like Manja has once said, that’s why we blog, right?! 😊
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Thank you for the inspiration!
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My pleasure!
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Ah! What a lovely thing to see that what we do ripples, and that you got to write your (first, I presume) alphabet poem as well, after me and Snow. 🙂 Thank you for the link! I hope there will be many more, it’s such a fun thing to do it. And you make “xenotropic” sound like it’s totally a word. 😀 (Oh I checked – it IS a word!)
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Yes, it’s a word and I have learnt lots more words beginning with X today!
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