Some Times

Mary had a little loan, she put against her house.

Johnny sank his hand down to the bottom of the mountain.

Martha mighta' missed the boat, as she began to grouch,

about the names assigned to things and how on earth to count them.

Round and round we spin and wait;

until we reach the faucet.

Back inside the thought supply,

until we reach the drain.

Round and round, we roll through town

not knowing what to say.

Until the end we wonder

what went wrong and how we lost it.

more to come..

*** Notes encouraged ****