writhingmoonbeam

Little mister Indigo Sat on Lady Lavender's knee And asked, somewhat curiously, "Some are weak and some are strong But all the poems I see are long. Oh, Lady Lavender, how can this be?" She answered back, with a smile, "Little mister Indigo, please just wait a while And then you'll see, undoubtedly, A short poem that was meant to be."