Ima Ryma


Ima Ryma Poems

761. Masked Man's Missus 10/18/2007
762. Massasauga Saga - Lincoln Park Zoo 7/28/2014
763. Maven 1/16/2014
764. Maya Angelou 7/1/2014
765. Maybe Mrs. Jesus? 5/20/2014
766. Maypole 5/21/2015
767. Meerkat On Guard - Lincoln Park Zoo 8/5/2014
768. Meerkat Patrol - Lincoln Park Zoo 10/4/2014
769. Megamouth Shark 5/31/2014
770. Meller's Chameleon - Lincoln Park Zoo 3/11/2015
771. Memorial Day 10/12/2013
772. Memory To Matter 6/29/2014
773. Mental Block Doc 7/13/2014
774. Mental Illness Abounds (M.I.A.) 4/21/2013
775. Messenger 8/4/2014
776. Methuselah 2/24/2013
777. Mickey 6/22/2011
778. Midas Touch 4/18/2009
779. Mind Over Matter 11/17/2013
780. Mind Reset 10/26/2007
781. Minding Manners 3/25/2013
782. Mindlessly Living 4/7/2013
783. Mindoro Croc 8/18/2013
784. Miracle On The Hudson 1/24/2009
785. Mirror Me - Lincoln Park Zoo 8/24/2014
786. Misfed 7/23/2013
787. Missiletoed 4/19/2013
788. Mission Implausible 4/29/2014
789. Mistaken Identity 12/27/2008
790. Mitya - Lincoln Park Zoo 10/15/2013
791. Mixed Feelings 2/6/2013
792. Mixed Up 9/3/2014
793. 'Mo' Rivera 12/21/2013
794. Mocha Dick 4/1/2014
795. Molly - Lincoln Park Zoo 6/14/2013
796. Mom - A - Hop - Lincoln Park Zoo 4/5/2014
797. 'Mom - Are You Listening' - Lincoln Park Zoo 1/22/2014
798. Mom And Son - Lincoln Park Zoo 9/29/2013
799. Mom Chose Me 2/27/2008
800. Monroeisms 3/4/2013
Best Poem of Ima Ryma

A Dog Of Few Words

A clerk said, 'Next in line - this way.'
A dog spoke up, 'I guess I am.'
'What can we do for you today? '
'I want to send a telegram.'
The clerk handed the dog a note.
'You'll have to write it out somehow.'
The dog took pen in teeth and wrote,
'Bow wow wow, bow wow wow, bow wow.'
The clerk read what the dog had penned.
'One to ten words have the same fees.'
'There's eight words now, so you can send'
'Another 'bow wow' if you please.'

'No, ' the dog said, 'Just between us, '
'One more would sound ridiculous.'

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Mystery Tree

The old dead tree stood on a hill,
An ugliness of jagged rot,
In looming form so dark and still
Against the sun - a lonely blot.
My folks had told me not to play
Around that tree; and so of course
I headed for it right away,
Drawn by its mysterious force.
There was an urge I would not stop.

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