Bring Me a Poem


Bring me a poem from somewhere, bring me a poem well done.
I hope it’s about the woman, folding her shirt in the sun.
Let her be standing and watching the fox with the crooked grin,
While saying, “Nothing’s the matter that cannot be cured by sin.”
She hands her shirt to the vixen, still grinning there in the sun,
Wondering why she bothers to do work that is never done.
This is a poem from somewhere, perhaps from the watercourse,
A poem no person can sing right, only the spotted horse.

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #229

Posted on September 1, 2019, in light verse, Rhyming poetry, Sunday's Whirligig and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. I love the feel of this poem – like a fairy tale

    • magicalmysticalteacher

      And since fairy tales are weird, I guess it works! 🙂

      On Sun, Sep 1, 2019 at 7:56 AM Magical Mystical Teacher wrote:

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  2. Reciting horses are not my favourite entertainment; nay, nay, neigh!

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