People Know
Where to go
It isn’t like a baby dog,
Licks, smiles, small and furry,
Like a change in the weather,
When winds blow in a flurry.
I know spring will often bring,
The key, let’s get together,
And then create a flurry,
But whew, I need a breather.
So, I write it down in rhyme,
And infiltrate alliteration,
Standing by, I say goodbye,
I’m leaving the station.
I estimate I may be late,
All aboard, we’re in a hurry,
Board the train in the rain,
And avoid the curry flurry.
People know where to go,
When they’re overloaded,
A wander in the garden,
Action is outmoded.
Cats and dogs and wee small frogs,
It can sometimes be a worry,
People, though, are far more apt,
To leave me in a flurry.
Sense and sensibility,
The given right to smile,
Driving down a country road,
We are going the extra mile.
With a girl name Pearl,
In a bonnet in my Surrey,
Also, with a fringe on top,
We live life in a hurry.
© David Rudder
2023
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