I can't open a thought
Like a can of soup.
But if I try to budge it,
It's as stubborn as a mule.
Slicing the air with my wit,
I charmed it like a snake.
Suddenly it came to life,
And it was free of my designes.
The little thought had friends,
That escaped with it.
They ran around my head,
Till I had to free them too.
Now they are all so merry,
As I gathered them in print.
They giggle and gurgle-
Free of me at last.
Deborah
*George*
for an enjoyable read
Lady Vivian
budd
Blessings,
Christine
Ron