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My mom used to write something she called 'crazy rhyme'. It was poetry that rhymed...most of the time.
It drove me crazy.
But today, in memory of Mom on what would be her 96th birthday, I'm trying my own crazy rhyme.
Happy Birthday, Mom!

Oh, and today's theme is "something thats goes fast".
Yikes.

Fast is not a speed I like to go,
In point of fact, I like to take things slow,
But on occasion, I
Have been known to fly,
And look upon the earth way down below.

To get me to a place that's warm and bright,
Ten hours in a plane (from morn till night),
But it's better than (for instance),
If I had to walk the distance,
Cause it would take me roughly a year. Plus finding a way over the water. I mean oh, my word! Am I right?

Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot,
With Poetry, we all besought
To try to make the week begin
With pleasant thoughts
Perhaps a grin?
So all of us together, we
Have crafted poems for you to see.
And when you've read what we have wrought,
Did we help?
Or did we not?

Jenny
Merry Mae
MotherOwl
Mimi

Next week be sure to join us here,
We'll be discussing the Leap Year!