Mr. Bell Ringer, he's a ding dong dinger, going from place to place, with a shy smile on his face.
Mr. Bell Ringer, he's a happy music maker, dancing around, this wonderful white wintery place.
Mr. Bell Ringer, he's even quite the singer, as he moves down the street, at a timeless pace.
Mr. Bell Ringer, he's even quite a flinger, throwing snowballs with the playful children, with such grace.
Mr. Bell Ringer, he's a beautiful floating winger, disappearing as easily as he came, seemingly without a trace.
Can you guess who Mr. Bell Ringer is?
©2002 Lloydene F. Hill
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|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
A wit-wise composition. I liked the rhythm and the spirit of it.
I salute You, Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by Sally Montoye (Reader)
|I think it's beginning to ring a bell...
Nice write blowing right along.
|Reviewed by Janet Caldwell
|Is it me? ;) This is great and just in time for the season. Love U bunches, Janet xoxoxoxo|