Silly Poetry Friday 28
Yes, yes, I know, I know...it ain't Friday. And it's been way too long since I posted a Silly Poetry Friday poem. Well that's what makes it all the more sillier, no? No? Oh well.
I'm going to go out on a limb here, and say that I believe Spring is officially here to stay! Woo-hoo! So to celebrate this long-awaited season, how 'bout a somewhat silly Spring-like poem? It's written by some dead poet/playwright dude named Bill.
Where The Bee Sucks
Where the bee sucks, there suck I.
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily, shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
– William Shakespeare
That dude Bill can really whip off some great poetry!
Posted by: Beth | April 20, 2008 at 07:57 AM