Playful Poem: Cute Gypsy Girls

Poem: Mastering Thine Art of Being Cute

being ready, 

walking to thy circus of compassion

starting to smile, humbly 

beginning to beg, perfecting artistry, 

looking bashfully deep into

thine eyes of thy audience,

thy most, 

painful performance, 

commencing, loudly and boldly

hurting mine ears, 

my heart,

gladly,

sparing my monies to thou,

angelic spirit de amore,

no mas, por favor,

begging please, 

no mas,

singing and smiling, 

standing so short,

thou child prodigy, 

thou tiny golden goddess,

looking into thy spirits, 

thou vagabond,

asking for compassion, 

singing thou gypsy cherubs

protruding proudly, with thy 

purity of poverty,

stop, stop, 

stop. . . 

. . . 

. .

🚀Thank you for reading this!

In Spain, 

I often went to the slums 

in Madrid where, the tiniest and cutest 

gypsy girls - the worst singers - intentionally 

screamed terribly because people would tip them with 

large quantities of love monies donations to stop. 

Heavenly, smiling.