Tis seventy six degrees,
Crowds of people in the park,
I hate crowds breathing my air,
One overnight snow will deplete them pair by pair…
I don’t like being friendly,
I don’t like being nice,
I want them all to go home,
They make noise & attract mice…
To think its just the beginning,
Several more months again to winter,
Then is the time I will again be grinning,
Even the cold is better than having brats,
And their bicycle tires on my grass spinning…
© ed ;-( 5/22/09
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Richard
That herb you send was only good for one poem! (send more)
Edvard(k) Ole Brother
Oops, I see our sister Tiger Lily already said that. (And she's tellin Ma - she's worse than Brother Edvard!) So you better set up a hot dog and lemonade stand for the summer, and offer free refreshments to all those kids. Have free ice cream and a free bike washing service, too!
Regis
I enjoyed the write, I didn't know you were a grump LOL
Have a quiet day tomorrow
Ray { Not a Poet }
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Tourists. Gotta love 'em. LOL at Gene's comment ... try to be nice, try to enjoy them. Maybe one of these days it will be me and Karen spinning our canes and crutches on your lawn. :D (And running from Rufuz)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
In Spirit,
Bear
at first i was worried that you had had a seriously personality trauma
good write
john+