Over The Hedgerows

Little Sharon Everlovely
Is so mad at the rain
Cuz she cannot go outside
And ride her bay again
Mama says no
And Pops agrees
No matter how desolate
Her sobs, begs, and pleas
The lightening cracks
And Sharon eyes pop wide
Methinks she’s rethinking
Her need to go outside
So there’s patchdoll baby
Draped across the bed
Little Sharon grabs him up
And loves on him instead
Little Sharon Everlovely
Has fallen so very fast asleep
Dreaming about her wonderful bay
And over the hedgerows they breezily leap

About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

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