| T O P I C R E V I E W |
| pinkroses |
Posted - May 10 2009 : 2:11:06 PM
There was an old biddie who was quite a diddy
To her pity she lived a dirty old city.
She dreamt of a country farm , flowers all around
Vegetables played in the earthen ground
She wanted country, charm, a farm,even with
a red barn.
Dreaming.
What could be the harm?
A pity though
The dream of the old biddy
A pity she never left the dirty old city.
Written by;
Sheila Kay Smith
( me; Pinkroses)
copy right 2004
www.ohkayteagirl2.blogspot.com
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| ddmashayekhi |
Posted - May 13 2009 : 2:58:58 PM
That was great! I loved your poem! My best friend is a writer and poet. It always amazes me how you poets come up with your wonderful poems!
Dawn in IL |
| forgetmenot |
Posted - May 11 2009 : 9:41:57 PM
Why your poem is quite charming, Sheila! I can understand the Old Biddie. |
| Mother Hen |
Posted - May 11 2009 : 6:08:27 PM
Sheila, that's nice. I admire people who can write poetry.
Thank you so much for sharing it.
Cindy
FARMGIRLS CAN DO ANYTHING!!!
I will bless the Lord at all times: his praise shall continually be in my mouth. Psalms 34:1 |
