By P.K. Silverson
© Copyright 2008
By The Author
All Rights Reserved
On a day like today, but a time far away,
When the wind in your hair made you quiver,
With the sun in the sky and the birds on the fly,
If the world didn’t shake, it would shiver.
Came a cat, came a rat,
Came a crazy old bat.
Came then mooses and mouses and meeces.
Crept up buggies from ruggies
And terrible sluggies
That broke things into bits and then pieces.
From the depths of despair came up steps on the stairs
That grew louder and louder and louder.
Until those on the fences gave into their senses,
And sensibly took them a powder.
At daybreak and dawning, which also is morning,
At noonish and also at tea,
Come supper and evening, when guests are soon leaving,
There’s usually something to see.
To see, at sea, hi C, oh me!
Two tu-tus to you, too, to be.
(Not “to bee?”)
No!
No gnus is good news. Yessiree.
I’d tell you a story in all of it’s glory,
But you’d probably think it too deep.
Though I’ve had a ball
Making light of it all,
It’s dark now, so let’s get some sleep.
