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-
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:
ha. fun...the second stanza...i really like it...it has a rather skipping feel to it as well....just dont trip...smiles.
hippity-hop is such a good cure for cabin fever. You tempt me to try a bit of it.
Oh, I feel the fever, too. Where o' where is Spring this year (looking out at more snow flurries and sighing)!
That was lots of fun. I love the whirling twirling rhythm.
Flash 55 - Remote
I understand that cabin fever blues. Nice 55!
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
This is really fun!
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