Let us sing a song.
With lyrics that are all wrong.
Sing it for too long.
–
Let us tap a dance.
While wearing our backwards pants.
As if in a trance.
–
Let us cook some food.
Using our gas range and hood.
That’ll be quite good.
–
Let us talk the talk.
while enjoying a brisk walk.
I know we won’t balk.
–
Let us end this rhyme.
It’s been a small uphill climb.
But it’s about time…
-aaa
Originally Published 05/04/2024
Saturday morning
And it’s time to hustle
Without warning
Must use my creative muscle.
–
Placing some prose
From mind to phone
Plenty of those
Quiet, here, alone.
–
Coining a phrase
Or three or four
Whatever the case
I must write more.
–
My Friday views
Are often low
Why all readers less choose
I guess I’ll never know
–
All the while
I’ll get it straight
Write and file
Until I’ve done eight.
–
Micro poems
A haiku or two
A Clogyrnach gem
Or Dizain in view.
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Then I can relax
Free of sorrow
Have a few snacks
Or write for tomorrow…
-AAA 10/05/2024
Let us sing a song.
With lyrics that are all wrong.
Sing it for too long.
–
Let us tap a dance.
While wearing our backwards pants.
As if in a trance.
–
Let us cook some food.
Using our gas range and hood.
That’ll be quite good.
–
Let us talk the talk.
while enjoying a brisk walk.
I know we won’t balk.
–
Let us end this rhyme.
It’s been a small uphill climb.
But it’s about time…
-aaa
