To-ing and fro-ing
Which way are they going?
Around and around and around
I look up they are there
I look up they’re nowhere
Will I ever put this camera down?
To-ing and Fro-ing
Tag: poem
MOO buddies.
I’m glad that I’m a cow,
Not a cat or fish, not now.
Though if I could say bow-wow,
and there was a way somehow
I’d be a dog.
You thought that was going to rhyme didn’t you? You should know by now that you can’t trust me.
SO…turkeys in the sycamore tree.
Turkeys in a tree
I’m counting more than three
So high up there
Without a care
How brave they all must be!
Two birds.
By my count, there are two birds in this image.
As Doctor Seuss would say’ish …
Not one, not three,
(Not fish they be.)
Not seven, eight,
(Not a dinner plate.)
Not four, not ten,
(Not rooster or hen.)
Not five, not six,
(Not fuzzy chicks.)
They’re just two birds, not more, not less,
(This post has just become a mess.)
The End.
No Life Jackets?
There once were three men in a boat
They went out when the forecast said “DON’T.”
The last I could see, there were still three,
I hoped that they knew how to float.
