An O with a stumpy tail A letter of little use; Used by the duck But not by the goose. A letter of which I’m not too keen; But used by royalty It’s fit for a queen. When we play Scrabble We find that the Q Is almost worthless Without its U. I’ve much in […]
Entries from December 1999 ↓
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I Love My You
December 1st, 1999 — Special Poems
The Wave
December 1st, 1999 — On a Serious Note
It started as a tiny ripple, On its journey toward the distant shore. It grew into a towering wave Its voice became a mighty roar. With strength that knew no earthly bounds, When fed by summer storm and tide; The little ripple, now a wave, Rushed on with ever growing pride. Mighty ships caught in […]
Words
December 1st, 1999 — A Writer's Life
The words you thoughtfully Put to pen, Are carefully weighed For only then. You’ll know the price You have to pay For just how much You had to say.
Dogma
December 1st, 1999 — Quickies
Our preacher preached last Sunday How we should help the poor. He said we’re put here to help others. So what are the others put here for?
Brown Thumb
December 1st, 1999 — Quickies
I guess I’m a lousy gardener You can’t say I haven’t tried. But this is the very last straw Two rocks in my rock garden died.