The Wrens

Banished to the well, the little boat that steered itself.

No strength welcome here in the miserly home of wrens.

Shoe laces control a careful electricity.

Wrens like knives, ask toddlers to carry them.

Glad Gloria had the boat. Now she has her name changed. She will never be 3.

The wrens eat well, don’t share with one another.

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