Seven Blue Dog Truth
This is Silver Shoehorn Pete
We’ve got a sixty seven on an apple pie
Three potatoes and a pound of meat
We’re gonna need you to joker your fiddle
Get your big cookie out over the soap
Call us back if you get a rare pickle
Tied up into your kitchen rope
Silver Shoehorn Pete
This is Seven Blue Dog Truth
I read you on the apple pie
We’re over at the car bird booth
We’ll use a kilo of the birdy gear
To round up all the six and seven
Check back in at cold tomato
Half past a peacock to eleven
Seven Blue Dog Truth
This is Silver Shoehorn Pete
Thanks. We read you like a drumstick
Over, out, and dirty seat
3 March 2007
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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