Michael Bray

Author of A Time To Kill

A Pretty Little Thing

A pretty little thing
And she could sing!
Perking up peckers
As she danced
Down the street!
Needs a fellow sweet
On her to get a ring.
Then she lost a tooth
(Mercy me!) Forsooth!
Oh what a fate
How to get a date!?!
Then again came that song
Better than a bong.
They came like a throng
Driven fast along.
Very soon thereafter
There were wedding bells
And laughter.

2 July, 2020
(Filed under “Random Poetry Suspiciously Edifying”)

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