Ima Ryma


Ima Ryma Poems

1441. Suing In The Wind 11/3/2013
1442. Summer Home - Lincoln Park Zoo 6/28/2014
1443. Summer Snow - Lincoln Park Zoo 6/26/2016
1444. Sunami 5/19/2011
1445. Sunbittern - Lincoln Park Zoo 10/5/2014
1446. Sunday Sin 3/1/2013
1447. Sun-Nus 11/14/2013
1448. Super Moon 12/4/2016
1449. Super Pen 4/13/2013
1450. Super Tongue - Lincoln Park Zoo 7/27/2015
1451. Sure Cure 12/25/2007
1452. Surrogate - Lincoln Park Zoo 6/23/2015
1453. Swan Family - Lincoln Park Zoo 7/7/2014
1454. Swan Song - Lincoln Park Zoo 4/16/2015
1455. Symmetry Sags 11/30/2013
1456. Synonymous With Evil 7/13/2013
1457. Ta 6/5/2013
1458. Tail Of A Butterfly 11/4/2013
1459. Tail Order 8/11/2011
1460. Taj Mahal 8/23/2015
1461. Take Theirs 2/2/2013
1462. Taken For Granted 10/23/2007
1463. Tale Of A Snow Leopard - Lincoln Park Zoo 3/28/2015
1464. Tale Of Nail - Lincoln Park Zoo 12/18/2014
1465. Tale Of The Neck 10/31/2014
1466. Tanks For The Memory 5/3/2012
1467. Tarantula - Lincoln Park Zoo 2/10/2015
1468. Tarkhan Dress 3/14/2016
1469. Tawny Frogmouth - Lincoln Park Zoo 2/18/2014
1470. Taza - Lincoln Park Zoo 1/13/2015
1471. Teach Breach 2/6/2013
1472. Tech And Treat - Lincoln Park Zoo 7/8/2015
1473. Teen Scene - Lincoln Park Zoo 2/10/2016
1474. Teen Tut 12/24/2015
1475. Teething 5/4/2015
1476. Tell Tale Tail 5/14/2016
1477. Telling Time - Lincoln Park Zoo 11/6/2014
1478. Termite Tool - Lincoln Park Zoo 10/17/2014
1479. Termites - The Better Side 12/17/2013
1480. Tern For The Verse 2/21/2013
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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