Sunday, April 27, 2008

Dinner? - A poem about a Fly by Milou

Dear Ms. Spider....

I cannot come and dine tonight
You see, I don't have very good sight
Along with that I cannot choose
Which shoes and clothes that I should use
That's not all, I have a cold
And all my bones feel cranky and old

So you see it's not the day
Why don't we dine on Saturday?

Sincerely replied,
The Fly

1 comment:

nikkimel said...

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