A Return Poem For Howard
September 21st, 2009
1 comment
Howard, your poem was wonderful. I return one for you and Sandy to enjoy!
Hickory Dickory, Hey Doc!,
Times running out on my clock,
If we don’t get going,
It’s gonna start snowing,
and then I may have to stop.
Hickory Dickory Now Doc,
I can barely put on my sock,
And every morning,
I wake up still yawning,
Can no longer run ‘round the block.
It’s the H with a positive charge,
Cause the tumor is growing quite large,
But once we get going,
I know I’ll be glowing,
In the dark like an electrical charge.
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