A Letter Poem

Dear C.P.A.,
I'm sending you these faxes.
I don't know what to say.
Please help me with my taxes.

Yours truly,
I. O. Plenty


   I wasn't happy with rhyming practice with taxes on Saturday's poem, as I played with the problem on my walk, this is what I came up with.

  The poem I worked on last night while I was sleeping had to do with fish swimming in the aquarium.

See my fish in the aquarium,
swimming like fish do?
Can you count them
one and two?

Oops, made a mistake,
there is Three
hiding in the shrubbery.

Oh no!  
There is more.
Can you see number Four?

Oh dear, there's Five and Six,
Seven and Eight.
They are swimming quickly.
They don't hesitate.

Oh my,
Nine and Ten,
here they go again,
a whole school of fish
swimming by
in my aquarium.

     Have you ever tried to count fish?  They move so quickly and if there are more than a few fish to count, you can easily loose your place and count some twice or not at all.  Now here is a tough question.  What was the last thing you counted?  Money into your bank, socks to be folded, silverware for the table?  Can you write a poem about something you might count today?  Have fun writing.