I Clap For (4) —

a silly poem about claps

I clap for intelligence, I clap not for retort. Instead I clap for support.

I clap all-out always. I clap fifty each time, You made the effort.

You showed-up on time, Your prose applauded life, Your enthusiasm crescendoed

On high and I embraced you With the applause I clap fore

Fifty times Fifty or more. Sad to see No Claps at All. So I clap my fifty,

And respond to feel free Knowing full well there may Have been an ouch or stumble -

That I fumble not as I clap some more. I clap for your comments,

The response or two. Maybe a third. And me wonders

What stubbornness makes A clapper clap once, is that all It takes, 11, 36, round-up and round-

Down, reminds me of me When I boxed myself in, For now I clap 50 x3.

I wish to soar beyond the 50 Limit — way outside the box That doesn’t really exist.

A box I made-up, Rip down the walls, Clap 50 times 3 and

In the meantime I clap 50 ’Cause of the Box the Creator’s Invent I clap 3, strike that 50

Four Free. I clap with the Troop we Call The Fifty Clappers

Join Us — For 50 claps; We!