Polka Dots

One here,
And one there,
They're invading space,
They're everywhere.

Some green,
Some red,
Others blue,
Or orange.

Small,
Or big.
Some round,
Or as thin as a twig.

Overlapped,
Under-filled,
Dis-concerned,
Amusement builds.

A purple one here,
And on top a pink,
With yellow underneath,
I think.

The black is yonder,
The white opposing,
With gray and brown,
Exposing.

Two blue lined,
And many a black on top,
Making it tinged,
Like a bleached rock.

Only . . .
It's missing something.

There is big and small,
Large and tall,
Purple, pink, blue, and orange,
Red, yellow, green, and white.
What else has gone missing tonight?

Ah, the black have rolled away,
Running from the nightly display.
They jump, and twist, and turn out of reach,
Until they are stuck,
Like skin to a leech.

There they all are now,
Ha ha, I win!
My Polka Dots run away,
Again.

(-I like dots-)
 
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