A young man from Montreal,
liked to play with his basketball.
He'd dribbled along the banks of the Nile
and lost himself in a crocodile.
Now the only thing to see
is that ball
wedged in a tree
and a smile
on the crocodile.
Oh my, it has been a crazy day. My sister just telephoned and said, "Do you know you haven't posted a poem for today?"
I didn't know, until she reminded me. So then I sat down to write, and of course, I came up blank. I opened my rhyming dictionary and started to write a limerick, but this ended up as a rhyming couplets instead. I apologize, this is what you get for today.
I've included two geographical locations in my poem. Can you write a poem that includes the name of your home town? Have fun writing. See you tomorrow.
Joy,
ReplyDeleteNo apologies necessary. I loved this one! Maybe it could be a jump rope chant or a basketball dribble drill. I hope you'll write about people from other places. You've seen many. Will you give it a try?
Hmmm, I hadn't thought about a jump rope chant. I'll have ot work on more of those.
DeleteBut, of course. I was thinking about that today after a comment Joanne Marple made to Susanna Hill about how she did riskier things when she was younger. It made me think about the freight train I hopped when I was 19. I can't believe I did that. I certainly would never even be in a situation where I even had that opportunity now.
ReplyDeleteIt's a cute poem. I don't know how you can come up with new poems every (or nearly every) day.
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