Caught by the wind a lone leaf whirled
Across the glade it danced and twirled
Till it chanced upon a bud tightly curled
Daintily kissed it and the petals unfurled.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Whimsicality 01.
Over the hills and far away
Beyond valleys and mountains high
Across oceans and rocky bays
She sent her dreams with a silent sigh.
Upon fluttering wings she laid them to rest
With glistening eyes watched them depart
As her heavy heart was put to the test
Contemplating the days when they are apart.
Further and farther yonder as they flew
Into the sky towards the dying light
Through clouds where air transform to dew
Her heart plunges into the deepest night.
Till the day the twain shall meet once more
Where years crawl between in many a number
And strength drawn for a chase like never before
These dreams unknown remain safe in slumber.
Random Musing 03.
Perhaps tis better to charm with a written prose
Of which thy beloved's heart could always hold close
Than to present with grandeur a beauteous rose
Which is but temporal and sweet smelling to the nose.
Of which thy beloved's heart could always hold close
Than to present with grandeur a beauteous rose
Which is but temporal and sweet smelling to the nose.
Random Musing 02.
Oh till what probability
And how much of a possibility
Will one continue such morbidity
If not till fatal mortality?
And how much of a possibility
Will one continue such morbidity
If not till fatal mortality?
Oddity 01.
There was a family of lice
Who lived in a hoard of mice
Which ate nothing but rice
And everyday was oh so dandy and nice.
Who lived in a hoard of mice
Which ate nothing but rice
And everyday was oh so dandy and nice.
Random Musing 01.
Ophthalmology is such a bore
Wish I would not have to study such lore
Till ironically my eyes turn watery and sore
But choice I have not for 'tis part of medicine's core.
Wish I would not have to study such lore
Till ironically my eyes turn watery and sore
But choice I have not for 'tis part of medicine's core.
Morbidity 02.
There was once a dog
That ran across a bog
And got desperately lost in a fog
Who tripped to his death on a log.
That ran across a bog
And got desperately lost in a fog
Who tripped to his death on a log.
Morbidity 01.
Yesterday I killed a cat
With a sharp spiked bat
And buried it in a hat
For it could not catch a rat.
With a sharp spiked bat
And buried it in a hat
For it could not catch a rat.
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