tirsdag den 27. august 2019

Poetry Monday :: Marbles.

As I'm still in play mode, World of Warcraft Classic launced today, I have not pomed anything for today. And Marbles ... well give it a try.

I never played marbles at school,
We played tag games as a rule,
And everyone knows
That running on small rounded stones
make you fall on your nose
and possibly break all your bones.

Join the fun at On the Alberta/Montana Border where Diane supported by Delores of Mumblings and Jenny of Procrastinating Donkey have been doing this fun for years. 
To the distress of this old Owl, Delores of Mumblings is now leaving Blogland because of a mean, stupid troll. 

3 kommentarer:

  1. A clever poem, MotherOwl! Small rounded stones and marbles are not so much different, are they?

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  2. Love your poem. And also mourn Delores leaving the blogosphere (and rage at the reason).

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  3. Very good! Thank you for making me smile.

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