Ima Ryma


Ima Ryma Poems

121. Beer Here 12/15/2013
122. Befall 11/19/2007
123. Begin When? 7/25/2014
124. Behind And Under The Wheel 1/31/2010
125. Behind Green 2/19/2013
126. Bejookee - Lincoln Park Zoo 8/26/2013
127. Believe At Odds 2/11/2014
128. Belly Up - Lincoln Park Zoo 2/4/2016
129. Best Laid Plan - Lincoln Park Zoo 10/12/2015
130. Better Change 10/21/2007
131. Beware The Blushless 1/16/2013
132. Beyond Explanation 4/25/2009
133. Beyond The Art 11/30/2007
134. Bi It? 2/5/2013
135. Bibliophile 2/4/2013
136. Big Battle 4/26/2016
137. Big Cat Blues 1/28/2014
138. Big Cat Nap - Lincoln Park Zoo 9/20/2014
139. Big On Milk - Lincoln Park Zoo 3/6/2014
140. Big Squeeze 1/3/2015
141. Billion In Time 3/19/2013
142. Billy - Lincoln Park Zoo 3/11/2016
143. Billy The Kid Shot 11/13/2015
144. Bipolar Abe? 3/31/2013
145. Bird A Twitter 9/26/2014
146. Bird Debate 7/19/2015
147. Bird Of Many Colors - Lincoln Park Zoo 9/25/2014
148. Bird's View - Lincoln Park Zoo 1/31/2015
149. Birdwatchers 3/25/2013
150. Birthday Blues 2/6/2013
151. Birthday Boy, King - Lincoln Park Zoo 9/15/2015
152. Bits Of Truth 1/27/2013
153. Black Aggie 11/28/2010
154. Black Cat 11/20/2013
155. Black Crowned Night Heron - Lincoln Park Zoo 8/20/2013
156. Black Howler Monkey - Lincoln Park Zoo 3/5/2016
157. Black Piranha 4/23/2013
158. Black Rhino Born - Lincoln Park Zoo 9/12/2013
159. Black Tree Monitor - Lincoln Park Zoo 4/19/2015
160. Bling Up 1/29/2013
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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