"wiskers" poems
*Raindrops on roses,
And wiskers on kittens,
Don't know if I really wore mittons,
But I can be sure,
Nothing came in brown paper packages,
Which were tied up with strings,*
*So I asure you,
These are not some of my favourite things!
Cream colored ponies,
No! Crisp apple poodles,
Sorry if I made a mistake,
I'll go with noodles,
White owls that fly with some
Food in their beaks,
I assure you,
These are some of my unfavourite things!*
*Girls in white dresses,
With blue satin sashes,
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes,
Silver white winters that melt into spring,
Well,
These are a few of my favourite things!*
When the dog barks,
When the bees sting,
When I feel like shouting!
I simply remember my unfavourite things!
and then all I feel is,
too bad!
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 8:27 AM UTC
Black
and
White
Beautiful
Golden
eyes
White
wiskers
Adorable
kitty
Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 7:57 PM UTC
This poem was written by Shakespeare's Waste Bin on September 23 ,2012 . He no longer graces our world today but I thought I would share his poem about spring with you .
Shush, I hear a Bluebird ring
Around my head the echoing
Of a butterfly's wing
I hear the Crocus opening out
The daisies as they sprout
Nature's whispering are all about
I hear the Foxglove reaching high
Cotton clouds just passing by
And the heartbeats gentle sigh
I hear the courting of a thrush
The wagging of Reynard''s brush
An opening Rose reveals her blush
I hear wiskers scurrying
Bobtail ever burrowing
And magpies quarrelling
Shush , I hear a Bluebell ring
And with it summer bring
Life and love for everything
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 12:24 AM UTC