My Pleasure

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“If it ain’t

a pleasure,

it ain’t

a poem.”

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― William Carlos Williams

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Elfje:

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read

and write

compose the idea

make the words sing

poetry

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Haiku:

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spring blooms prolific

nature provides the pleasure

melted snow feeds brook

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Poem:

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twinkle, twinkle little star
nursery rhymes written from afar
how I wonder what you are
whose hand was caught in the cookie jar

star light star bright
does heaven only come out at night
can all of my wishes come true tonight
simple pleasures our souls delight

hickory dickory dock
everyone ran from the mouse in the clock
so glad the rodents don’t come in a flock
we’d cut off their tails with a tomahawk

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
got lost while out taking an evening stroll
wonder if he knew about the black hole
time out, snack time, chinese spring roll

And now poor Simple Simon bids you all “Adieu”
he’d come to get you but there is a hole in his canoe
we’ll end this little ditty with a happy thank you
and looking forward to seeing you’ll at (in) the zoo

my pleasure

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ME and the Boss

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