Giving pheasants as presents
Would be a new fad
If enough pheasants at
Christmas could be had.
'I'm leaving you now, '
Said the leaf to the branch.
'Have a safe journey, '
Replied the branch to the leaf.
When e'er I hear the name Lola,
I think of many years ago
My falling in love with Lola,
Wanting so much to tell her so.
There was a day
When we were in luck
And heard the sound
Of the ice cream truck.
If I kissed you,
What would you do?
Slap my left cheek?
Shout, "How dare you? "
I travel, alone, to far places,
My mind, at times, wishes me to see,
Exotic thoughts my penned hand releases
In verse, prose fashion for posterity.
I'd like to come down and play with you, "
Said the thoughtful hawk to the hen
Who moments ago, quite handily,
Escaped from farmer's wired pen.