Oh Ann, oh Ann, what did you do?
That gutter got the best of you!
One minute you were quick of pace,
The next you were flat on your face!
A nice black eye and swollen lip,
All because your feet did trip.
I hope the scars are not too deep,
Just close one eye and go to sleep.
I know you like to look all fab,
But fret you not, I like that scab.
Oh deary me what did you do?
That gutter got the best of you!
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Hi Deborah,
ReplyDeleteI am not just commenting on this poem but each of those you have posted. I write poetry myself and have a website and I am round and about reading others poems so think I can make an honest comment.!! I think all of your poems are brilliant - such a variation and beautifully written with great rhythm and rhyme. The words just flow making it easy to get straight into them. Hope you keep on writing as you have such a good talent.
Thanks for sharing your work.
Marian (Vickie)