Ima Ryma


Ima Ryma Poems

121. Bird A Twitter 9/26/2014
122. Bird Debate -new- 7/19/2015
123. Bird Of Many Colors - Lincoln Park Zoo 9/25/2014
124. Bird's View - Lincoln Park Zoo 1/31/2015
125. Birdwatchers 3/25/2013
126. Birthday Blues 2/6/2013
127. Bits Of Truth 1/27/2013
128. Black Aggie 11/28/2010
129. Black Cat 11/20/2013
130. Black Crowned Night Heron - Lincoln Park Zoo 8/20/2013
131. Black Piranha 4/23/2013
132. Black Rhino Born - Lincoln Park Zoo 9/12/2013
133. Black Tree Monitor - Lincoln Park Zoo 4/19/2015
134. Bling Up 1/29/2013
135. Blood Moon 5/14/2014
136. Bloody Middle East 9/24/2014
137. Bloody Sunday 3/23/2015
138. Blow Worthy 1/29/2014
139. Blyth's Hornbill - Lincoln Park Zoo 2/26/2014
140. Bo 5/9/2010
141. Bo And The Blame 10/27/2014
142. Bo And The Constitution 3/25/2014
143. Bo And The Intruder 10/14/2014
144. Bo And The Our Girls 6/5/2014
145. Bo And The Paid Per View 2/14/2015
146. Bo And The Play Through 2/3/2015
147. Bo And The Resolute Desk 12/1/2013
148. Bodily 10/25/2007
149. Bolivian Titi - Lincoln Park Zoo 6/25/2013
150. Bond Of Bird 2/18/2013
151. Boo 2/27/2013
152. Brain Hack 3/5/2013
153. Brainy Aristotle 11/13/2014
154. Brittany 11/22/2014
155. Budding 3/6/2013
156. Bug Back To The Future 4/4/2013
157. Bug To The Future 12/31/2014
158. Bugging The Masterpiece 12/12/2010
159. Bugler Taps 12/5/2014
160. Bull Shot 2/14/2013
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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