When I Forgot My Morning Smile

When I forgot my morning smile, the fish reminded me
That every river wants to rush headlong into the sea.
When blackbirds carried messages beyond the barnyard fence,
Five famous people came to see—they paid but seven pence.
If shuffling gets me to my goal, I’ll shuffle day and night,
But barefoot I will have to go—my boots are much too tight!
Remember on the day I die: No wailing is allowed!
Now promise me that buttonholes will decorate my shroud.

Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Posted on March 21, 2021, in light verse, Poets & Storytellers United, Rhyming poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. Style counts, and you got it, Teach. Happy Sunday.

  2. I love your inspired not-quite-nonsense.


    The moon had a too tight fit too, and so let it go full on! I want to know what we will unbutton on that shroud.

  4. Beverly Crawford

    What delightful nonsensical wonderment. I’m still pondering the buttonholes!

  5. Let there be pleasant shuffling and perfectly bedecked buttonholes!

  6. So you have it all sorted out well beforehand. I have been to so manay funerals I dont really want to go to my own!

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