Octave

Sing loud, Sing proud, Octave, Shreek, Not a song, Audible annoyingly loud, Scream, Claws up, Claws down my only good chair, Going to stop that, Want long life, So I will think schreek but Squirt! Swear = Squirt, Gonna try,

Broken glass

Minor thing, Break wind sure it smells, Mirror cracked like cracked bone, Not so much, Cracked bone takes long to heal, Might as well her busted, Broke mirror adorned with honor Devestated curse, Old wives tale, Seven years bad luck, Whose the fool, We make our own luck! Broke or cracked, Replace the glass, Move

Others do!

Reading and sharing, My way in this imperfect world, Love sharing, Teaching, Carring, A TBI stopped me grasping my degree at Luther College, What Statistics I get, Can’t test out of higher math, What :XY+7=Z matters in teaching history, I’m cluesless, Three years ago I learned, Libraries and radio’s can read books to public, Its

Cardinals no fooling

Cute , yet tedious

Songs one took ages to vanquish Song dealt with a cancer stick! Now can not even hum melody, How odd its gone completely, Yesterday on Pride radio I heard a ditty The song reminded me of an ex… Belinda Hughes, always said Don’t call me dear! Not something I usually spake Spake old English form

Morning has broken

Sonet written Song resang Words and all By a cat named Steven Wasn’t his Written fifteen century Seems odd Seems strange Musicians claim ditties theirs Concepts writers know concept refered to as plagerized Yet on NPR they always say some songs were once new Interesting Concept I shall always love the fifeteen crntury song ‘Morning