Muddy Feet
The Good Lord knows how much I hate reading poetry, yet if He laughs when I write it, then I keep Him in stitches.
Muddy-footed countenance
Tells me where you play
Running in and out
My house all day
Careless as the breeze
Careless; there you go!
Careless is a muddy-footed smiling happy child
Lest I go and ruin
That muddy-footed smile
Lest I take away
Your happy-all-the-while
Careless as a bug
Careless; there we go!
Careless is a muddy-footed smiling happy dad
posted by Harry | 9:36 AM
6 Comments:
Well you made me smile, Way. Very nice - and you've been keeping your poetic talents well-hidden all this time. I suppose I should have guessed, from the quality of your writing...
Have a look at Mad's last comment on my latest blog, Way. ;)
Good stuff hun.
Big smile.
Well, you've made it at last, Way. You now have an entry in Mad's Links page. ;)
Sweet! Now that deserves a Red Dog here.
Now, two other features I noticed: 1) A stubby pencil to clic on for easy edits (someone had me in mind, thank you), and 2) a garbage can icon to delete comments. Why would I even think of doing such a thing?
But with B Blog, HTLM gets refused. (back to triple-spacing for paragraphs)
Very cute, but I refuse to mop the floor!
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