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Yoyo Is My Name

 

Yoyo

is my

name

 

Yoyo is my name, I’m not trying

to be cool, but I do

wonder, how I was named

and where from?

You probably imagine me

unfurling

from the end of a string,

to have a bit of a spin

before returning,

to go up and down

over

and

over

like Sisyphus

without an end.

I used to be in

with the youth

but now a past

novelty

who hopes to one day

come back.

Yo down,Yo up,

Yes, that is possibly how

I got my cool name,

much better than my young friend,

Fidget Spinner,

(who is, apparently, close to death.)

I’m also a biscuit,

delicious when eaten,

but nice just to stare at

and dream.

Typically, white icing sugar

between golden curves

that crumble and melt

in your mouth.

Anyway, let’s summarise:

I get put in your mouth,

go up and down

vigorously,

Yoyo is my name,

Yo, come catch me!

person standing near YO landmark

Photo by Jp Valery on Unsplash

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