This poem will be couplets

This poem will be couplets

And there won’t be much subtext

Perfect rhymes will be few

Because I’m merely working up to

Perfection. Which is just

A goal, not a must

Never to attain

Only for to train

I wrote a lot without rhyme

Poetry doesn’t need to rhyme

But I will increase my poetic rigor

And try to make Tigger

Happen. Tigger is my word 

For a happy trigger, if you haven’t heard

If you like the term, please

Tell the world, it would appease

Me. To have friends helping

My word go viral, welding

The world closer with joy

By having another word-toy

To play with, to express

A sudden caress

From something giving

A wee reason for living

I’ll give a Tigger sample:

A sunset is an example

If unexpectedly you look

Out the window, and it took

You by surprise to see

Gorgeous pinks behind the tree

Gentle lavender, yellow, and a burning

Orange sun ball, because we’re turning

Away from the sun ball. Earth

Brought you this birth

Of a happiness-burst

Increasing your thirst

To stay alive

To contrive

To remain here, despite the dark

Times, through triggers that spark

More troubling thoughts

Or during life-knots

Tough to untangle 

Tricky to wrangle.

So what do you say?

Perhaps make tigger stay

In your mind, a vibe

To help you describe

Something sweet, maybe

Like this poem may be

If it came in a swoop

And lifted a droop

Emotionally, to be clear

For I’d like to bring cheer

And to leave it all on the lines

Nothing between the lines

I intended no subtext

In my cute, scrutable couplets.