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 Category:  Children Poetry
  Posted: August 2, 2019      Views: 183
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Barb works at the local food bank volunteering her time at the country market. Barb has lived just about every profession there is to do. She has had a wild ride in her lifetime and uses poetry to tell everything. She is a cancer survivor. She hates - more...

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Chapter 2 of the book 2019 part 4
just for fun monorhyme
"Laid Back and On The Move" by Barb Hensongispsaca
I don't know where I'm going, or whenever I'll get there.
I don't know who I'm gonna meet, and really I don't care.

I am a snail, laid back and free so never knowing where
I will winde up, I never plan, but you can come and share.

I know your lives are busy, still come with me if you dare.
First put your house upon your back and shave off all your hair.

Now get down on your belly and just show you're debonair.
Then slither slow across the ground. Oh, we'll make quite a pair.

Try not to get so far ahead, no hurry, I declare.
You'll really have no problems if you slime your way with flair.

We will go places others can't - but birds we must beware.
We eat whatever we can find, we really don't prepare.

We love to crawl upon the leaves, without macho fanfare.
If we lose hold of where we are, we'll wind up anywhere.

I don't believe you'll fit with me, I think you're just too square.
I travel way too slow for you, your speed is so unfair.

Oh, hey, you see that pretty snail just sitting on that chair?
I do hope she's still at that spot when fin'ly I get there.

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