How bothersome it is when flies
Buzz my coffee at sunrise!
If you have a fretful wife,
Be prepared for lots of strife!
Swat the spider, set it free
From its webbed captivity!
A deep hole—imagine that!
Will it fit inside my hat?
My bicycle is looping round and round the park;
Morning, noon, and afternoon—even in the dark!
Roses for the weekend, every weekday too;
Roses, darling, roses—yellow ones for you.
More Sunday’s Whirligig #242
More Pantry of Poetry and Prose #6 at Poets United
Posted on December 1, 2019, in couplets, light verse, Poetry Pantry, Poets United, Rhyming poetry and tagged bicycle, bothersome, flies, free, fretful, hole, imagine, looping, roses, swat, weekend, wife. Bookmark the permalink. 15 Comments.