There was a cat her name was PATCH---in the old castle the mice she'd catch---she'd hide behind the old stone wall--and then pounce upon them one and all---she was shrewed and she was fast----upon the walls her shadow she'd cast----the mice would run,they would hide---while PATCH would take it all in stride---sometimes the mice would win or lose---the fattest ones PATCH would choose--she ate them with great delight --while some looked on in total fright---now PATCH got old and slow and such----pays not attention to the mice so much---the castles now cold and bare for PATCH is no longer there---the mice still run and play about--good no more cat they shout----THE END
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text