The giant grew weary (as larger types will)
it’s tiresome lugging so much up the hill
he found a new clucker (as meek as could be)
to mother the litter so he could be free
but she picked the foulest (as far as fowl go)
of harpies to keep her command in the know
and now all the beasties (as if they should care)
are planning to find a new kingdom somewhere.
Are You Reading Me?
5 comments:
Hey Bob,
"are planning to find a new kingdom somewhere." -- Nice!
Perfect composition.
Regards,
Dimps
The play on foulest / fowl cracks me up. Hahaha. It's a fun piece to deliver ala-declamation style in front of a group of kids. ;)
Hi dimps, I don't know about perfect but it was fun to write.
Hi SL, I'm so glad you liked that little thing, I wasn't sure if it would have impact, hope all is well with you. Take care,
Bob
I really liked this one. It had good rhythm and was a lot of fun to read!
Hi Alexis, glad you enjoyed it! Take care,
Bob
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