Ima Ryma Poems
|1841.||Myth Of Chupacabra||1/7/2014|
|1845.||Flying Carpet Of Solomon||2/25/2015|
|1846.||Soccer No Sale||8/7/2014|
|1847.||How Not To Play War||1/28/2015|
|1848.||Cold Turkey Or Else||10/30/2007|
|1850.||I Sonnet You||1/23/2014|
|1851.||Unsinkable Molly Brown||3/11/2013|
|1852.||Navajo Code Talkers||11/14/2010|
|1854.||Cuban Missile Crisis||2/16/2013|
|1856.||A Dog Of Few Words||10/18/2007|
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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.'
Baby snake did ask Mama snake
Were they of the poisonous kind?
Mama said yes, for safety sake,
For any dangers they might find,
Like if an animal came near,
And seemed to be troublesome, so
A bite would seem to then be clear,
So off the animal would go.
Baby snake seemed quite nervous still,