In some circles, they will not
Wear purple or eat from paper plates
Unless reinforced. In some circles,
The radius cannot be determined
And the similarity to a planet
Must be achieved by standing
On one leg and looking under
One’s elbow past the cereal box
On the tiled counter.
In some triangles, there are cliques
Of grey-haired men who answer
Only to Isosceles on certain Tuesdays
And occasionally on a Friday afternoon
If the wind direction is just right,
And in some rectangles,
It is hard to breathe in the 90 degree
Corners though why would one want to?
Why would anyone confine herself
To a shape or even an idiom
About a shape if one would prefer
To remain unshapely?
–Shaun Perkins
WOW…………super great poem !!!
your like button doesn’t work otherwise i would press
it ten times
Michael, Life with a non-functioning like button is a bit lonely. Thank you for the comment!!!!