Maddy Jones

Rookie - 127 Points (March 2nd,1988 / Kennewick, Wa)

The Hermit - Poem by Maddy Jones

'A hermit, I am,
I live on my own,
Here, in my hovel,
I sit on my throne, '

This very old coot,
With nothing to do,
Grabbed all of his loot,
And put on his shoes,

'A walk, I'll take,
It's sunny & bright,
Cheerful & happy,
No reason for fright, '

What little he knew,
A bird was a-wait,
Despising this dude,
And planning with hate,

The hermit left,
And saw, in fright,
A bird attacking,
With all its might,

'Pardon, dear bird,
What have you done?
You've pulled out my hair,
And now I have none! '

'You see, this is why,
A hermit, I be,
Viles, like you,
Have made me flee.'

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 20, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 13, 2011

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