Come near, sit a spell, and listen to tales of old as I sit and rock by my fire. I'll serve you some cocoa and cookies as I tell you of the time long gone by when your Greats-greats once lived.
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Trick or treat; give me candy * Smell my feet; I need sweets. ** Ding dong; a witch is here *** Answer the door; bring the treats.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
There once was a flapper named Irene. Who danced the Charleston all night. She wore a short skirt. And dyed her hair blue
Every day, she insisted On going to the park To feed the pigeons I could not understand What she saw in it The constant
By Mother CombsExclusive • 2 years ago
There once was a pirate named Joe. Who sailed the seven seas on his own He had a parrot named Saul. And a peg leg he called Paul.
Watching out the window Waiting for your love Staring down the drive Waiting for your love Knowing he’ll be home soon
White-tail up in alert, flag ready. * Four-hooved feet swiftly fleeing to safety. ** Massive antlers crowning his glorious head
As the temperature drops, dew forms designs * Condensed water droplets form low designs ** Dragonflies drying its wings on sticks
Don’t squish, catch and release, relocate * Unharmful to man, viscous to bugs ** Spins no webs, lives in “den.” *** Eats black widows and brown recluses
Sitting on a weathered fence post * Silently watching the sun go down. ** Fluffy clouds reflect the waning light. *** Wind-blown grasses ready for the harvest
Covered in a light grey bark * Standing well over thirty feet tall ** Overflowing with acorns falling to ground *** Squirrels running amok in the branches
The chickens come out Scratch, scratch, eating up all the wheat The children giggle * When the sun comes up Chickens come out from roosting
Dark and mysterious Standing as if in a portal To another dimension Guarding their domain From interlopers Ruffling their pretty
