Glory
Likes small tiny
things
Likes animals and
babies
Knows the
pleasures of eating
Glory
She maybe big,
She maybe tall,
She maybe strong,
But,
That’s not her at
all,
It’s not what she’s
like,
Glory and fame,
Brad and Angelina,
That’s not her
style,
Diamonds and gold
rings,
Chevrolets and
Ferraris,
That’s not her
fashion,
She likes,
Something a bit
smaller,
Something a bit
closer,
To the ground,
Something,
That she can
admire,
From afar,
Something that she
needs
To get on her
hands and knees,
To appreciate,
She likes,
All things big,
Yet,
Especially small,
Demanding her
attention,
Demanding her
detail,
That’s where her
heart,
Is at,
That’s where her
heart,
Lives,
That’s where her
heart,
Belongs,
Sometimes,
Those small
things,
Can be giant,
And sometimes,
Those big things,
Can be small,
Yet,
As she knows best,
Everything,
Is worth noticing,
And everything,
Deserves a chance,
To be cared about.
Goo and Gaa,
Waa and Maa,
Neigh and Moo,
Those are the
songs she likes to hear best,
Old Macdonald,
Wrote a song for
her,
And everwhere,
There was a this
here,
And a that a there,
Rock a by,
Lulla bye,
Is that song,
She knows,
When she goes
home,
On a hot day,
On a cold day,
It’s there,
Tingling her
spine,
Making her feel,
So divine,
She’s happiest,
Not in the company
Of others,
But relaxing,
Playing,
Sharing her smile,
Sharing her glow,
With those,
Who melt,
Like snow on
On a hot spring
day,
When she is near,
Creatures,
Big and small,
Large and wide,
She doesn’t judge,
She doesn’t frown,
She just open’s
her arms,
And lets them all
in.
God gave her many
things,
Yet the greatest
thing of all,
Was food,
Food, food, food!
Oh glorious food!
It wakes her up in
the morning,
It rings her alarm
at lunch,
It speaks to her,
Ever so subtly
At night,
Reminding her,
That before bed,
A good meal,
Is indeed
required,
To help her with
those
Dreams,
That go with her beautiful
smile,
Yet,
As much as it
appears,
She’s not a pig,
She doesn’t eat a
lot,
Just look at her
tiny frame,
And the truth
speaks volumes,
She’s a connoisseur,
Just a taste,
Here and there,
Does her,
A smell,
A whiff,
To sparkle,
And give her eyes
delight.
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