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 