Cane And Able
With new legs we crawl on the ground
On two legs we next walk around
Some day we’ll have three
But with that cane we’ll be
No longer found so fit and sound.
Aspirations
An aspiring poet named Kent
Attempted to rhyme "gone" for "went"
His meter was worse
And all his free verse
Right into the trash soon was sent.
.....And Counting
The calendar tends to keep score
Of days and weeks that are no more
Just tear off a page
And watch yourself age
A month with each sheet that you tore
Wool over my eyes
We all know that wool shrinks when wet,
But there's one thing that I don't get.
With wool-coated skin,
If rain they're left in,
Soaked sheep won't get smaller, I bet.
TIME ON MY HANDS: ~INDEX~
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