Flog choppers, space swooshers and all things with wings.
There's something inside me that just loves to see,
Flip floating, swing swooping ships swirling round me.
I make wiberty jubbits and flittery flubes.
Lots of puffity tubbits and jittery shloos.
Sometimes buggity wugits with prickly stings
or a spinnery spugit that plops, pops and pings.
And I take them all outside at least once a day
And let them buzz round in the sky for a play.
Then when winders wind down and puffers loose steam,
I tuck them up so they can recharge and dream.
Poem ©2013 Mo O'Hara
Illustration ©2013 Mike Brownlow