I’ve decided to torture my readers once a month with my wacky sense of humor that sometimes comes out in a poem. This is that once a month. When I started this as a new post, I wrote at the bottom of the poem, “Sorry, but sometimes I just can’t help it.” I’ve decided to move that line to the top of the post and talk a lot about almost nothing to wind up with enough words at the top of the post so that all the poem (since it is a wee poem) isn’t visible to begin with. Now, THAT is deliberate torture. 🙂
A Wee Poem
Wee!
Wee
as it
began,
a pome
Wee!
Wee
as it
grew,
like foam.
Wee!
Wee
as it
went
to Nome.
Wee!
Wee
as it
halted
its roam.
Wee
Wee
Wee
all the
way home.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2011.
The Bard on the Hill 
TeeHee! The Bard said Wee! Whee!!!
wee, wee, hee-he, hee-he 🙂
I thought about writing a wee poem myself, having recently had an encounter with a laser beam. Score: Laser 1, Prostate 0….wee! wee!
Ouch! One of my haikus, quoting a friend within it, “Old age ain’t for sissies.”
Hooray Dennis! I see you have affection for one of my favourite words, although you probably would know that already if you had have read ” Seventeenth Century Girl” at my place, well done 😊