E-Tip-Toe Through the Texts

Emerging Poet

Today I tip-toed through the texts,
Twinkle-dee and twinkle dum!

With my thumb and tongue on run,
Twinkle-dee and twinkle-dum.

I sent pix and kin sent some,
Twinkle-dee and twinkle-dum.

Text did stray; mistakes did play,
Twinkle-plea and twinkle-be.

Old and young still found the key,
Twinkle-please and thankle-we.

Who knew keyboards tiny keys could
Wankle-me and wonkle you?

Wonder words woosh wishes with
Twinkle-text and twankle’s best!
All rights.
Jeanne Poland

Memoriam to Frank Packlick

frailty, cats purred, Simon’s Rock, tree bark

etching by Frank Packlick

drawing by Frank Packlick

To the Tune of “I’d Like to Teach the world to sing…”

I’d like to sing a tune to Frank and polka happily;
His faithfulness could strum the base; his heels tap vig’rously.
He’d grin and twinkle, nodding sage, and snatch a memory
To fly like kite on wind of cheer: another friend and tear.

His cats observed his frailty grown,
They purred in spite of pain;
Exchanging comfort everyday
Became their daily gain.

We watched him swim, pretend to drown,
At Simon’s Rock each week;
Observed his art, its careful line,
His love of detailed twist
On cat fur, tree bark, wood frame, all
His rolling, rhythmic gist!

Tip-Toe Through the Texts

Today I tip-toed through the texts,
Twinkle-dee and twinkle dum!

With my thumb and tongue on run,
Twinkle-dee and twinkle-dum.

I sent pix and kin sent some,
Twinkle-dee and twinkle-dum.

Text did stray; mistakes did play,
Twinkle-plea and twinkle-be.

Old and young still found the key,
Twinkle-please and thankle-we.

Who knew keyboards tiny keys could
Wankle-me and wonkle you?

Wonder words woosh wishes with
Twinkle-text and twankle’s best!
All rights.
Jeanne Poland