Wednesday, 14 January 2015
Doing Doggerels
By Henry Lowenstern
Whenever I'm swimming laps,
I turn on my rhyming apps
and rehearse
a verse,
made up of mental scraps.
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Hello Henry:
Whenever I'm playing curling
And I hear my tea water berling
I throw down my broom
and run out of the room,
But I slip on the ice and go whirling.
Posted by: Nancy | Wednesday, 14 January 2015 at 07:24 PM