Nell

© Friday, February 1, 2002 Dennis L. Pickering Nell, I wonder if you like Platitudes upon your bike That you can’t depend upon They’ll not get you to the dawn Platitudes just sound to me Like attempts to climb your tree By some untrue bumblebee Just looking for some honey ____________________________________(honey doesn't rhyme I know) That he can steal, not gather Because I think he’d rather Get you into a lather As fillies will, I gather. Your tree is your consciousness Deserve not filled with duress ’Cause Nell needs to be happy And to remain within that tree. Tree that Nell has worked to climb And acquire things so sublime Because that makes Nell’s life rhyme Makes Nell’s life seem so sublime. ________________________________________________________________ Nell, I wonder what you think Of this ditty from the brink Don’t think it will cause a wink From the girl that’s in the stink That wink which you can bestow To most others here below As I think would Mary Crow Poet Lauriat I know I think she’s from this fine state Works for governor of late Appraising the poet’s slate That they write upon this grate I conjecture that Nell can Pull another from the pan To place there upon her plate To help satisfy Nell’s fate What are men but only fish? For Nell to place in her dish Or catch in her well placed net That she has thrown out, I’ll bet Which is what she’s got so far What I think’s pulled from the jar By the one who only wants Happiness to fill her jaunts Jaunts into this world below On others she does bestow Just the love that she does throw Upon others who are low This concludes this little rhyme For you Nell, who has some time To read it and think about Those things that caused you to shout. With the glee that you will find When you open up your mind To other things that are here And can cause you so much cheer FINIS Written February 1st, 2002 © on Feb 01 2002 10:47 AM PST, Dennis Pickering   17 • 0 • 12