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Yours till the goose bumps
Yours till the tree stumps,
Yours till the ice ages
Yours till the road rages,
Yours till a banana splits
Yours till the cherry pits,
Yours till the kitchen sinks
Yours till the back 40 winks,
Yours till time flies
Yours till the tie dies,
Yours till the map creases
and doubt ceases to be,
Yours till Niagara Falls
into this stupid sea,
…………………………..Me
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This is so much fun. It reminds me of those old autograph books and yearbooks. Each one of those could be a springboard for another light-hearted poem.
It’s either a Valentine’s Day poem or a paean to God. Either way, a gem.
This is hilarious! You’re so clever. But did you mean to misspell “Niagara”?
“Yours till the kitchen sinks” Where I live, this is quite likely to happen. If/When it does, does it mean all bets are off (so to speak)? There are days when I just might let the sink overflow and flood the kitchen accidentally on purpose. But it’s more likely my kids will do it for me.
“Yours till the tree stumps” Stumps what? Its toe?
[But did you mean to misspell “Niagara”?]
Um…nope.
Thank you.
And stumps should definitely be a verb.
Aren’t they all verbs?
Fun, but a lot of “not it” in the gifting. This reminds me of hide ‘n seek and a riddle song, “I Give My Love A Cherry.” These associations may have leapt into my head for no reason.
I buy this argument. And love this poem! Well done!
Clever, clever my dear!
Love this!!! De, your ending rocks!!!