Welcome to Opuss,
A world of all words,
Where stories and shout,
Poems sing like birds.
The inhabitants,
Are odd little things,
They care for words,
Not jewellery or rings.
They express their love,
With nice yellow hearts,
And when pieces are great,
Some give out tarts.
Many will comment,
On someone's work,
Sometimes compliments,
But rarely an irk.
So welcome to Opussia,
The land of words,
Where stories can shout,
And poems sing like birds.
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(This is a challange, I want to see if I can get a cool poem by describing a color, so please tell me what you think!!) (Also, try reading it with some kind of melody, it makes the poem...
Whenever I'm inspired I pen a little note, And read through all the words that I have somehow wrote.
I think I might be a subconscious writer, I worked it out today, Doing my controlled assessment, In my own little way.
I'd like a cape, I'll tell you why, I really think it'd help me fly. It could be blue, or pink with spots, Or paisley print with purple dots.
Opuss is a ginger cat Whose stories are known far and wide. His poetry's amazing, his stories gripping No one can put him aside.
Opening the gates We welcome you Don't be scared, I know this is all new Welcome to Opussia A land for beautiful words It's peaceful and tranquil Can you hear the birds.
Take hold of your pen set your imagination free Your mind has no limits be all that you can be.
#acorns. An old one, for @MelchiorJ13. Beyond the sea and far away. A small fantastic land. Idyllic, peaceful, beautiful. For those with words at hand. It's name is Opussia.
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