Perhaps you've read the tale of the red-tailed horse
who, after she ate eight bowls of ice cream, felt no remorse.
That night, feet uncovered, she slept on her couch (no small feat!) .
Like an arctic tern she did toss and turn, in her room with no heat.
Next morning in her room at the inn, she was hoarse and sore.
Not feeling hale, with hail falling on the moor, she vowed to eat ice cream no more.
Through her mind went 'flu'. Then (like birds flew) the 'flu' idea she threw.
For four hours she gargled, and sipped warm soup. In due time the hail melted and looked like dew.
She still could not bear bare feet. But two pairs of pears she did eat.
In time she ate squash with thyme, did not whine, had wine and some meat.
From her porch she blew a kiss to a hare with blue hair. She swatted a fly.
The next day she would dye her tail green. She was glad she did not die.
(3-31-2010)
I got a laugh out of this poem because I can relate to how the horse must have felt after eating eight bowls of ice cream. And being lactate intolerant I'd probably have been forced to sleep on the couch too. :) I enjoyed your poem and was thoroughly entertained.
....you definitely penned a wonderful poem...I am very happy she lived: I repeat comments of the Sunprincess.
Come on, admit it, you've never done English Tutoring. Take it from a grammar teacher and prolific author. Or, did I miss something? I got a ha-ha all the way through this one. Adeline
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another funny write full of delight. So entertaining and great rhyme. Enjoyed reading it.10++++++++