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The master painter
Came one night
And painted my yard
All shiny and white
Contemplated his work
And next day
Came and took it
All away
Snow shovel hanging
Oh so sad
Thinking of the snow
We could have had
Cheer up my lad
Not the end of the story
It still could get
All slippery and gory BY EXLOG |
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Comments (7)
Okay, now I want you for a neighbor.
I love the poetry you are coming out with lately. This is a good one.
hey good one….. glad you enjoyed my whine fest.
Nice poem Elmer! I like it a lot.
The man’s a poet and I didn’t know it. Glad you could help your lady wife out with her problems. Your site is coming on with leaps and bounds. You will have so many soon you won’t be able to get round to them all. I get confused at times and hope I have visited everyone. I always visit a certain few but I bet I miss some of the newer ones. I don’t envy you the snow. I hate it, can remember shovelling it away from back door to get out when I lived in England and wearing stockings over my shoes so that I wouldn’t slip on the ice after. Ugh! No give me Australia with all its faults, especially now I am so ancient Cheers Portia
Love the writing! So far we’ve had about 5 minutes of snow, with nothing sticking. I hear the mainland got it pretty good tho!