Friday, March 15, 2013

FF55 3/15/13, Silly Tune

Spring fling,
flap jack
Hi by
laugh cry
dry eyed- I spy
hippity hop,
flipity flop

I wish I may -I hope I'm not- 
a fish out of his bowl,
a fat mole
away from his hole
hunted and cold

by a bold cat,
in a song I sing
under a bird
on the wing-

                                          Cabin Fever rages around here, this is one small
                                    temporary cure while skipping- through snow,mud-

7 comments:

Brian Miller said...

ha. fun...the second stanza...i really like it...it has a rather skipping feel to it as well....just dont trip...smiles.

Alice Audrey said...

hippity-hop is such a good cure for cabin fever. You tempt me to try a bit of it.

TALON said...

Oh, I feel the fever, too. Where o' where is Spring this year (looking out at more snow flurries and sighing)!

Vanessa V Kilmer said...

That was lots of fun. I love the whirling twirling rhythm.

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Susan said...

I understand that cabin fever blues. Nice 55!

G-Man said...

IzzyBella...
You are just a Vernal Whirling Dervish of Silly Rhyme.
But coming from you it's Tres Cool!
Loved your very creative 55
Thanks for playing, I can always count on you, have a Kick Ass Week End

Mama Zen said...

This is really fun!