There will be music – polka and swing. Oh, fill me up with your dancing before you put me down. He seldom goes out to anything, But tonight in his dress-up best There will be music – polka and swing. Reels and waltzing, and all the rest. How long it takes for him to getContinue reading “Special Occasion”
Category Archives: Marsha’s Poems
The Humpledinkus
There’s a humpledinkus in my room. It began upon the chair. It grew and grew from week to week And now it’s everywhere. It’s purple, green and blue, and red, And (worst of all) beneath my bed Is part of it that humps right up And makes the most atrocious lump Right in the middleContinue reading “The Humpledinkus”
Lost Letter
Lost Letter I’ve lost the “a” from “apple.” I don’t know what I’m gonna do. “P-P-L-E” is worthless, you see. Now, where’s that “a” got itself to? It’s not like losing “s” from “slow;” That certainly, always, forever spells “low.” “B” out of “bring” still leaves a “ring,” But “P-P-L-E” doesn’t mean anything! It’s notContinue reading “Lost Letter”
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