Tuesday, August 11, 2009

An ode to Josie...

Ring around the rosy,
A bouquet of posies
For a girl named Josie.

Ah she smiles as she’s heard
These lines til they’re absurd
But relishes each word.

Maybe we overlook
Each “by hook and by crook”
As simply gobbly gook

But they are threaded in
Yes much to our chagrin
They are part of our skin.

So with a wink and smirk
Josie kept right at work
Ignoring this old jerk.

‘til next time that is… HA.

© Dave Schipper 2009 Rose Riversongs.

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