….
I don’t want to write today.
I don’t like the squirrelly way
the q and p and g dip
……………………………….down
the n and m make unruly mounds
the s
………………..slithers
and
…………..slurs
around.
I can’t make my vowels sing,
…………………….my t be tamed, or my r, ring…
and my f won’t f-in’ do
anything.
Sitting on their black square thrones,
these letters don’t want
……………………………to be pebbles
……………….or stones.
….
Well that shouldn’t matter – whip those letters into shape! You can do it! You’re a genius!
Awww. Thanks, Mosk.
And backacha.
I love it.
This is my favorite:
“I don’t like the squirrelly way
the q and p and g dip
……………………………….down”
But I love letters that dip, which reminds me of that ’90s song that goes “Dip baby dip baby.” I think it’s called “Tootsie Roll.” Which reminds me of my gal pal Gloria who loved dancing to that song. I’ll go hunt it down for you.
Beware. Listen to this once, and you will never stop singing it … for the next 20 years.
LOLOLOLOLOLOL!
PS: I love letters that dip, too. But yesterday all the letters were mocking me. Stupid sassy kern-alls.
LOVE IT!
Those letters can’t be pebbles or stones because…
they…
ROCK!
(yeah, I know. That joke was really bad. But this poem really does rock.)
Linda H.–wonderful comment! I would like to echo that sentiment–Love that ending