‘Twas not an argyle sock I wrote

Nor smithereen or thunder-boat

‘Twas taste of spring or something else

Please, boy, listen to my help.

It’s finding out that you will sing

In inner cell or outer ring

But not to cut the point too thin

I think that I am caving in.

As though to find an orange trout

I shout and scream and turn about

To find a father in the spring

Running through a diamond ring

But what is that?  Who is he?

Please do move, so I can see.


2 responses »

  1. Oh my goodness, this had me laughing out loud! Zerbie, we have a poetry display up right now. Would you give permission for us to display this in our window at Petit?

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