
Wrinkles
Blue haired old lady /
Streaks of gray and white abound /
Wrinkles fold Earth’s face.
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Wrinkles
Blue haired old lady /
Streaks of gray and white abound /
Wrinkles fold Earth’s face.
.
.
#wrinkles #bluehair #haiku #poem #poetry #writing #writer #earth #sky #poet #gray #white #110618 #thebookeddy #photo #davidebooker #november
Filed under 2018, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker
The portmanteau and the Lady
Were sightseeing where it was shady,
When a man of sleaze
Said, “What a fine valise.”
And pirated portmanteau to Haiti.
Filed under limerick, poem, poetry, portmanteau, Random Access Thoughts, villains, writing
There once was a lady from Kent
Who know not which way she went.
Coming or going,
Going or coming,
She said it was time well spent.