Curly May did Bessie play
a poke upon her teaser
Silas parked his overalls
across the rented wheezer
The three of them were gaping fast
when cleanly caught my eye
A caterpillar’s saintly chin
a-yawning with a sign
We took it through and round about
the ripple on the skid
Last but not the least of which
was purpled by the lid
And painted on a rougher spot
the beagle ugly sat
Yelling slurs down to the field
about the way you hold the bat
Raising a cry for Maplehurst
and battles we’d fought there
We crowded round the mealy monk
and watched him tool the air
But when we’d got him calm again
and May and Bessie purred
The caterpillar clicked my cup
and called we both the hoax absurd
9 August 2006
This is a poetry blog. I have been writing nonsense for young and old only since the summer of 2006. I liken my rhymes to such wordsmiths as Edward Lear, Lewis Carroll, or Dr. Seuss. Please enjoy, read, reread, comment.
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- travis vanest
- Indianapolis, Indiana, United States
- I'm a teacher, a friend, a songwriter and singer, a sun lover, a painter, a cook, a son, a husband, a guitar player, a writer, a kite flyer, an uncle, a nature lover, a nephew, a seeker of God.
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