Ima Ryma Poems
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.'
No Grant Immigrant
The nation that we've known as home
Is torn apart in hate and strife.
The time has come for us to roam
To a new land for a new life.
From immigrants we all did come.
As immigrants we now must go.
We will be judged by where we're from.
Such judgments are unfair, we know.
But here and now we are not free