Thars that fark in the rood again.
I prayed, loardy I prayed you'da be thar ta giude me.
So many times I tried ta git outta yer way.
Thens I gotsme a book bout lernin to rite potree.
Schoolins whats I be needin.
I tiards ofs people laffin at ma ways,
I be tippin ma hats to the ladees,
and opologeyezen for steppin on dem toes when we daence.
But yasser dem ladies likes dat potree.
I coam ma har and speak a varse or to, and thangs begin to change.
Them ladies likes when I'm tryin ma best to be a cultured.
After a while they be bringin me my beer and pretzels.
Yesser they be sittin down on the stool next to me a askin bout,
how I made all them rhymes and such.
Makes me feel pretty good to know that so many of them
appreciate my efforts at learnin how to read and write.
It's actually rather fun to enjoy the banter of the wizened old dames as they critique my latest poem.
The superlative exchange of intellectual quips can be quite inspiring.
I feel refreshed and reborn after creating a stimulating line of verse.
If only I had started learning sooner, and it all started with,
Poems are read and tea leaves too, there's never enough time for all I must do.
If you fail to make comments, you know I'll be blue.
So thanks for reading, from me to you!
Merry Christmas to All! Shalom and Happy Hanukah too!
May the sun shine brightly on your lives....May your God bless You!
