Poem #3: The Four Magic Lamps

Twenty Eighteen a brand new year, a brand new year with a brand new lamp.
A work of art, the lamp of mine, brightly lit, it made my room seem grand.

Eleven Fifteen in the P. M., there is yet another lit lamp.
The butterflies, the marbles and the grassy land,
Speaks of art and speaks of trend.

Midnight Hour is close at hand,
Printed Owls fills up the kitchen lamp.
Night snack supper is what we intend.

Classy Jessica Rabbit loves this lamp.
It speaks of magic, it speaks of tramps
The sound of jazzy music slams.

Here is a link to the previous poem
https://steemit.com/poetry/@sinlg/poetry-2-trying-to-make-a-claim

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