The branches of the sycamore
slid through the roof
of the bathtub
leaving a trail
of snail slime.
Too late the meadowlark
forgot his lines and
sounded more like bobolink
or Bob Barker.
The postman ran out of letters
before he got to my house.
My aunt Martha used to be a blond
but she dyed.
Why do they call it tourist season
if we can't shoot at them?
The sunset kept spilling over
the top of the mountain,
preventing commencement of the night.
I think I used to have
a good memory
but I can't remember for sure.
There are three kinds of people
in the world:
Those who can count
and those who can't.
Too many people stay home
with malingering illnesses.
She was only a janitor's daughter
but she swept him off his feet,
so if you don't like the way I drive,
stay off the sidewalk!
Beautiful ode in deed. I remember her works as well.I think she'd be honored by seeing your words. Nicely done
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What a great tribute. best laugh I've had in weeks. Now, Morty, I'm married to a Vicar's daughter. I keep scratching my head but I can't come up with a good one! If you've any ideas could you let me know! Brilliant idea of yours Tom Billsborough