Chop Inspired Poem by Poly & Owl (wip)
Wumbletweed.
Hear the harmonica?
Holy tumbleing crickets!
Click on the cricket cliché
and watch the book weed tumble by.
Then crickets with crickety old knees,
and oh, yea, wumbletweed.
Cricky-legged floor clichés
and harmonica hearsay.
Then (once more) the whisper.
Wumbletweed.
Hear the harmonica?
Holy tumbleing crickets!
Click on the cricket cliché
and watch the book weed tumble by.
Then crickets with crickety old knees,
and oh, yea, wumbletweed.
Cricky-legged floor clichés
and harmonica hearsay.
Then (once more) the whisper.
Wumbletweed.
4 Comments:
Crickets indeed!
But its soooo nice out. too much to do
Ok, for the outdoor folk then:
A Patio poem:
Blood on birch, earth erasure
of caterpiller mispellings, in an
iambic 20 meter pentathalon
to rub away the rust.
so, ummm what does (wip) mean?
"Work In Process (or Progress)."
Jump right in! Anyone, anyone?
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