She loves to play with billowy blobs

Quite an artist, though no one will say

What she captures, in painted globs

Is devious, in a most mischievous way

Allowing you to see, only part of her

She can hide the most hideous things

Like the one thing she does, most concur

Is setting traps that make the men sing

She mesmerizes, with a flash of green

Throws colors about, a devil-may-care

Women say, she is simply obscene

But not to her face, they wouldn’t dare

Laughing, as she lures them farther away

She is a siren, from the sea, her realm

She need do nothing to make them stray

When her colors fly about, they overwhelm

February Writing Prompts – Billowy blobs and booby traps – Day 10/28

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