The Flower

I once smiffed a flower
After a Springtime shower
A bumblebee arose
It stung my little nose
And now it's been swollen for an hour

Brain Picker

I know a brain picker
That liketh to bicker.
It makes him feel smarter
For you to think harder,
And for him to think he is the quicker.

Pettiness

An uptight thinker he was.
And this he was, just because.
Specifics he wanted,
Exactness he flaunted.
For pettiness is, as pettiness does.

 

All works written and copyright 2005 by Tina Wing

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