Naysayers Go Away

Enormous eggplants peppered her Easter hat. They were a bit heavy, but purple and exact. However did you find them, and what fun! The old biddies said, when they saw her in the sun. Why thank you, she said, pleased as all get out. Her children had gone on, one with a little pout. They were dying their eggs, with dye all over their hands. They were playing their tubas, in their Sunday noon bands. Rhe sat in the gazebo in her lovely dress of green. She was the loveliest ghost many had never really seen. Her delight was apparent, biddies gone away for now. Her dancing was beautiful; her face was a wow. She was the best dreamiest dream I had ever had. She was big and beautiful, buxom busy and bad. She was her own person, danced to drums of long ago. Prancing into my head and she did not move slow. Where did you find her? The fuddy duddies soon asked. Hilarious, and funny, in her humor I basked. She’s part of my imagination, I claim her as my own. So naysayers, go away, you are not part of this poem.