Clicking in my den anything might show up in word, either first person, second or third.
Down on the farm
some animals charm
others get ate
it's just some animals fate
The cow will go moooooo
walk around don't really
know what to dooooo
The pig will go oink oink
please I don't want to be at
the end of your fork
The roster will go cock a doddle doddle
might peck at your darn poodle
while you're eating your apple struddle
Old Mack Donald had a farm
in came a great big storm
He ran in the house
so did the mouse
The poor animals got all wet
of course in the mud puddle
the oinkers sat
all big and fat
Ready for the kill
but the wolfs and foxes came
running over the hill
Of course they got their fill
it was a dog gone thrill
Old Mack Donald sat weeping
in his window seal
Afterwards he had to go take a pill
The wolfs had more to gain
they wasn't afraid of no darn rain
Old Mack Donald turned on his laptop
cause the big storm would not stop
it ruined his farm and most of his crop
His only hope was that he had
some pigs left to slop
however his verse did not stop
He planned to write until he drop
Then lightening struck
so he jumped to duck
Just some down on the farm bad luck
However a farmers got to make a buck
So he ran for his truck
Headed straight to his evening job
wiped away his tears with great big sob
Did I mention his boss was named Bob
who was actually a slob
Never mind
I'll try to be kind
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
Beautif
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
God bless,
Lew