Member Poem

Squeeze me and I'll giggle,
pat me on the head,
and watch that smirk,
permanently fixed,
a strange laugh,
strained one from,
stoic ancient Buddha,
the face that wore,
this smirk that bears,
thar wooden trait,
dispensable yet,
indispensable artefact.
fact of art,
or mass-produced fetish,
traditional minor forms,
skin without blemish,
or that telltale scar,
the robber baron of beauty,
pale banana yellow,,
with outward flourish,
halo of extinct form,
for the blasé,
top knot garland,
crowns a bas relief,
Mona Lisa in,
a cross over mode.
somersault between genres,
with retrospect in awe