There was a mixed reception to the “Morning Poem”
(which I did not write) so I’ve scribbled this one quickly
in the hope of redemption, thanks a lot for the owl Bubba!!
Poem for night owls
I lay in bed one dark night,
Having only just turned in,
What I heard gave me a fright
For it was a fearful din.
I thought at first a train
Had somehow gotten lost,
The sound it shook my window pane,
And turned my blood to frost.
But no train sounded quite that sad,
More like a wolfs cruel howl ?
Wait….. more a hoot, that’s not so bad,
It’s only Bubba’s bloody owl !!!
Peter Holt
9 comments:
good Peter. No more smashing birdies. :)
:) Peter, happy to know you didn't write that one about smashing that little bird!
I like this one!
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Peter ~ Cute poem! I was just over on sis' blog. She's doin' GREAT! ~ Later buddy! ~ jb///
Smashed bird's head poem was funnier.
LOL That was funny! :-D
Have a good day!
Chuckles were handed out all around about the owl. Don't tell anyone but I laughed at the other one too. :) ec
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"Turned my blood to frost." Great line. I like the poem.
Well, at least you didn't smash its head with the window.
Hi Peter ~~ Wow you still have IT.
I am glad you found the wolf's
howl would rhyme with owl.
And like Bubba said ~ the bird lived. I feel so much better
today, you wouldn't believe.
Cheers.
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