FLOUNCING

My flounce has returned

With a spring.

With a bounce.

I find myself flouncing all over my house.

I flounce through the shops,

And keep testing to see

If this flounce is for real

Or a wonderful dream.

After five years of hobbling,

Of grunts and weird groans,

This flouncing is magic

It never gets old.

If I could share flouncing

With those that I love

I’d gladly send barrels of this super cool stuff.

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