A Little Poem For Poetry Month
by
Jack Prelutsky
I’m glad we have a Poetry Month,
But still, I wonder why
They chose a month with thirty days—
Were months in short supply?
I wish that they’d selected
A longer month, like May.
I’m certain I’d appreciate
That extra poetry day.
Of course, if they’d picked February,
I would be aghast,
For February’s very short
And passes far too fast.
But April’s not as short as that,
So I don’t hesitate
To say I’m glad it’s Poetry Month.
Hooray! Let’s celebrate.
©2009 by Jack Prelutsky. All rights reserved. See the original posting here.
Triolets
That Trouble My Sleep
by
Alice Schertle
Does a tree make a sound
if there’s nobody there
when it falls to the ground?
Does a tree make a sound?
The question’s profound—
but why do I care
if a tree makes a sound
when there’s nobody there?
Was it the chicken
or egg that came first?
I feel my pulse quicken—
was it the chicken?
Now I am stricken
with doubt. I am cursed!
Was it the chicken
or egg that came first?
I ponder each riddle
that troubles my sleep.
Thumbs all a-twiddle
I ponder each riddle
ensnared in the middle
of “timber!” and “peep!”
I ponder each riddle
that troubles my sleep.
© 2010 Alice Schertle. All rights reserved. See the original posting here.
3 comments:
Thanks Gregory! It's kind of like Netflicks--I get to watch my favs over again! <3
It's going to be so much fun revisiting these poems!
Old faves -- still holding up well!
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