Welcome Eager Readers! (And Writers)

Thanks for stopping by. Please read our "About" page for some more information and please look over our submission guidelines that are on the right before submitting.

Enjoy, and Viva La Toucan

Laura, Toucan Editrice

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Page 20--The Longing Adventures of a Perplexed Gourd--Laura Rynberg

As I writty wratty wrote
In a bungled cordial chair
A whittle man came on a goat
Who had naught but one hair

‘Comey hither little toad’
The man did say to me
‘And trot down this bendy road
Till those thinky thoughts are free’

‘Who do you believe you are?’
Said I thinking myself wise
‘I’ve yet to figure that out so far’
He squarked with inkling in his eyes

So upsy we bobbled down the lane
Every stepping step onward still
‘What a distance!’ I did complain
As we sledded up a hill

‘Take this single hair from my steed’
Whittle man said as he handed it to me
‘It will bring you everything you knead’
And he galumped away and up a tree

I stood in nowhere, goat hair in hand
Thinking where next to go
When along came a marching band
Who played songs we all did know

So I followed them about
Though their heart were sad and lone
They led me with purpose, no doubt
For I ended back with my own

No comments:

Post a Comment