Poetry

I got this email this morning asking me to try my hand at poetry. Well you know the old saying, "Your a poet but didn't know it." That doesn't apply to me.

There is one poem that sticks in my mind from my childhood days centuries ago, and I have never forgotten it. My grandfathers brother was an artist and his second wife was an artist as well. Whether they made a living from their work I do not know but aunt Eleanor subsidised her earning by giving lessons.

Anyways to get back on track shortly after she married my great uncle we paid them a visit. At that time her mother lived with them as well as her mothers spinster sister who was a retired school teacher. They oohed and ahhed over my sisters and myself and gave us a notebook and pencils. Inside my notebook the school teacher had written this poem which I thought was cute.

I don't like to teeter with Peter
Because he's so heavy and fat
Whenever I teeter with Peter
He bounces me off where I sat
I like better to teeter with Mary or Harry
For they are no fatter then I
We can make the teeter go faster then Peter
And Peter can never see why.