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Saturday, September 3, 2011

Father Mole's Bed

Young Father Mole
dug deep in his hole

so he could sleep
way down below
in his earthly bungalow.

Father Mole had no bed
he used a dirt pillow
for his head.
He'd snuggle there
and with his 26 children
standing guard
keeping warm 
wasn't hard.

He had only daughters
there were no sons,
some girls were pretty
some just handsome.

Off to the market
the girls went
one day
to buy Dad a bed,
but on their way
they met a peddler
with beds in a stack
so they bought
a green bed
and took it back.

"Thanks," said Father Mole
as he put down his head.
He slept and snored
all day 
in his bed.

         I hope you have a good Labor Day weekend.  And may the bed you lie your head upon provide a great rest.  This poem started from the Mother Goose nursery rhyme.  Perhaps you can try writing your own nursery rhyme.  Have fun writing.

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