A Tragedy by Doris Webb
This is the short, sweet, sorrowful tale
Of Jessica Jenkins Jones;
She planted a packet of seeds with pride
While her dog looked on with his head
on the side
And thought, "She's burying bones."
This is the short, sweet, sorrowful tale
Of Jessica Jenkins Jones;
She planted a packet of seeds with pride
While her dog looked on with his head
on the side
And thought, "She's burying bones."
When Jessica left, he dug like mad
In search of the luscious bones
So Jessica's garden it doesn't grow,
And Jessica's dog is cross, and so
Is Jessica Jenkins Jones.
Here's to spring, although today is dark, cold, wet and gloomy!
1 comment:
That's a great verse! It may be 'officially' Spring, but it's miserably wintery weather here too *sigh*. :)
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