The Eleventh Hour
Ring around the rosy
Rosy cheeks so red
Red as roses blooming
Blooming by the shed
Shed the bad wolf memory
Memory, say goodbye
Goodbye to loss and hello
Hello, my cool bowtie
Words have always been my art: They dance for me and sing for me; They laugh for me and cry for me; They are my paint and brushes; They are my clay.
Lovely. Perfect rhyming :) btw, my daughter is also a huge fan of DOCTOR WHO ;)
ReplyDeleteturn the page,
ReplyDeleteread a good story from B not A,
which is workable.
http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/
ReplyDeletewelcome and join our short story slam week 31 today.