If I could share
If I could share a word or two I trust that it won't make you blue; I like your porch where we can rock without your pulling out your Glock because I show one thing askew.
Your second stanza quickly drew my eye to give attention to a little rhyming structure knock... if I could share:
'believe' with 'bless' is your boo-boo; they do not rhyme, as they should do. That noted, haps we then can talk of better ways to take a walk in stanza three with golden chalk... if I could share:
... was ONE big mess IN MY back yard
By the way, your poem reminds me of the story of a young man who showed up at a wealthy man's front door asking for work. When asked if he experience painting, he said yes, so the man told him that he needed his porch painted out in the back. He gave him the paint and a brush and told him to go ahead. Just a couple of hours later, the man knocked on the door and returned the cleaned brush and the remainder of the paint, saying he was done. The wealthy man was surprised it was done so quickly, but gave him the agreed-upon sum and bid him adieu. On leaving, the man turned about and said, "By the way, your car isn't a Porsche; it's a Lamborghini.
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