Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Three small poems

The first two, are from a story. That, I'm working on. Called "the line of cooks".
 Bake the rolls, fetch the butter,
warm the creme, brew the tea,  
 now a tray, and then some cups, 
 this Callbrona is very very slow, 
 she's very very slow





The cakes the cakes,   
 don’t forget the cakes, 
 make them, bake them, 
 o don’t let them burn, 
all of which your bad at   
all of whi  
The second one, wasn't finished because of the way, the story went. 

GREEN Marine BEANS
 
 A green marine went floating by, 
and in that marine was a bunch of beans, 
a green marine with a bunch of beans.
  Now that is a site to see to see,
a bunch of green marine beans.


The green marine had a big huge mirror,
 with a big platform,
so when the beans danced,
they danced by the light of the mirror.

 A bunch of green marine beans,
dancing by the mirror.
 
Now that is a site to, see to see,
 see a bunch of green beans,
 that dace on top of a marine,

by the light of the moon   
 

I'm not sure that I like the, "Green marine beans". Because, I repeat  my self so much. 

A card

 Just a birthday card.