Eat Some Beef, Throw a Stone
~~ ~~ 1 ~~ ~~
Eat some beef, throw a stone,
Carry hay, gnaw a bone;
Something good will soon appear—
Isn’t everything quite clear?
~~ ~~ 2 ~~ ~~
Apricots are turning ripe,
Whiskey’s in the water pipe,
Running cold and fast and free—
Will you have a drink with me?
~~ ~~ 3 ~~ ~~
Pipers piped and dancers danced,
Horses horsed and prancers pranced;
Sensors sensed that all was clear—
It was just that time of year.
~~ ~~ 4 ~~ ~~
Archaic is the padlock,
Archaic is the key,
Archaic is the gate post,
Archaic just like me!
~~ ~~ 5 ~~ ~~
Shoulders, fingers, knees and toes—
What’s that tattoo on your nose?
Why’s it there, for pity’s sake?
It looks like a rattlesnake!
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Posted on July 29, 2018, in light verse, Poetry Pantry, Poets United, Rhyming poetry, Sunday's Whirligig and tagged appear, apricots, archaic, beef, carry, everything, hay, piped, running, sensors, shoulders, stone. Bookmark the permalink. 22 Comments.