Simon Snicklesnotz was his name
no one knew from whence he came
He ran through our town
one gray dreary day...
legs as long as wooden stilts
smiling in a most whinsome way
Where did you come from
I yelled running alongside
I'm not quite sure
but I've been far and wide
Where are you going
I followed and asked
I'm not quite sure
but I must get there fast
You could run with me
the journey's never far
or stay in this town
just as you are
I threw off my backpack
and lengthened my stride
Oh the sights that I saw
while we ran far and wide
Simon Snicklesnotz was his name
soon it mattered not
from whence we came
love and hugs
mary etta
I like this Snicklesnotz fella. Wouldn't mind taking some journeys with him myself. --Charlie
Thanks for readying my poem, On Burying a Husband
Anna
Cheers,
Dan