More Poetry....

Here is a limerick from Writer's Craft Days:

There was a girl- Linda d.B.

Who invited the queen to tea

They had a nice brunch

And afterwards lunch

Too bad they didn't invite me

Here is a poem inspired by our cat at the time, who was my favourite before his untimely demise after he ate a Christmas ornament at a friend's house while we were away. In his life, he was rather a rogue and we were always chasing him around the neighbourhood after he got out yet again. He liked to eat flies and was also named after the dog in "Babe."

Fly

One might think Fly a gentleman

Dressed in a striking black and white suit

Complete with a crooked goatee

But he is a player with mice

And dog antagonist

And a dove killer

Here is a poem I wrote at my best friend's house when I was around seven. I know I wrote it there, because on the back of the page is part of her father's dissertation he was working on at the time. My guess is I wrote it around November 11th, Remembrance day. I also illustrated it with pictures of a blond girl crying, a wounded soldier, a soldier about to kill another soldier, and a grave site with poppies. The illustrations are poorly executed, but rather charming. I spelt remember "remeber," but I fixed that error. At that age, I just thought war was "awfully mean." 

War

War is crying

War is pain

Going means

Not going back home again

War is fighting

War is sad

Many die

Some are hurt very bad

People fight to make others free

War is killing

War is death

War is awfully mean to me

Remember war

With poppies red

That grew by the graves

Of many dead.