Seventeen O'clock Poem by Richard D Remler

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It is Seventeen O'Clock,
And everybody is awake!

Dad's pickling his eyebrows,
And eating Ice Cream Cake.

Mildred's sweeping up the snow
That grows upon the stairs,

And Ernestina's whispering
Her Moonday Morning prayers.

The cat is barking at the dog,
And Grandma's climbing trees,

Which happens more than often
On old summer nights like these.

The Scarlet Macaw on the roof
Is painting up its nose,

So certain every shade will blend
Well with its watercolor clothes.

And the crickets on the hearth
Are roasting chestnuts by the fire,

While sharing winter stories
With an old bicycle tire.

Mom's playing Canasta
With the ghost of Edward Lear,

And just like yester-evening's noon,
I'm not even here.



Copyright © MMXIII Richard D. Remler