Old man Bonsai and Di
Love to bake a scrumptious pie
They’ll chatter and natter about
Things that just do not matter
Old man Bonsai lives for his garden
A cosy little cottage in the middle
Of the Wirral’s
Lovingly he feeds the squirrels
As he enjoys an evening triple tipple
One summer afternoon I said to he
The sundial announcing half past three
Where are the squirrels
The squirrels where are they
They’re starting to dwindle
How can this be
You feed them everyday
As they play so happily
On a plate
It was evening late
Old man Bonsai
And his wife Di tucked in
To a scrumptious squirrel pie
Andy, it was the daily dose of "triple tipples" that made him do it -- that and old "Di who loves to bake scrumptious pie" -- even for want of a lime she'd not bake them another time! -- I love the rhyme and the humor laced with a shot of Machiavellian ardor -- I bid you love, joy and peace my dear friend -- Jon Michael
... looks like that squirrel is coming back to bite beasty
Bonsai for certain sure! The true country idyll holds both beauty and blood in tension, you got that right! Delightful, ticklish rhyming in this one, boyo. xx
A GREAT WORK, ANDY...OLD MAN BONSAI AND HIS WIFE DI...FEEDING THE SQUIRRELS AND DREAMING OF FINE PIE(SMILE). THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Doesn't surprise me at all; before mankind is done, we will eat our way through this entire planet, like locusts. 7 Billion of us now, soon to be 10 Billion - and they will all be extremely hungry. One future day, squirrels may only be found in picture books (after all the squirrel pies are already ravenously consumed).
A truly evil looking apple pie... or is it a squirrel pie? Your humor is warping my poor addle brain! Lots of giggles and smiles with this clever bit of writing! Good job.
Bye Bye Miss American Pie
Squirrels instead of apples
Is something maybe I'll try
Must have been sad though
As the squirrels said why
Singing this will be the day that I die
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Jane
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Bonsai for certain sure! The true country idyll holds both beauty and blood in tension, you got that right! Delightful, ticklish rhyming in this one, boyo. xx
GOD BLESS YOU
Tony
Anna
*Andy*
With a certain smile!!
Lady Vivian
Joy L. Hale
Andy, and i like wicked.
John
Squirrels instead of apples
Is something maybe I'll try
Must have been sad though
As the squirrels said why
Singing this will be the day that I die
Patrick
Peace, love and light,
Amber