April 17


nothing beats a good night's sleep (a quatrain)
At day's end a poem is quite grand
it soothes the soul like nothing can.
But listening to your children, fast sleep
is the thing to best help one's sanity keep.

This one's for Wendy. I didn't know I had received any comments on this site but lo and behold there are some. Thanks for your kind words Wendy. The poem you sent reminds me of the the Walrus and the Carpenter another classic by Lewis Carroll.

There Once Was a Puffin
by Florence Page Jaques
Oh, there once was a Puffin
Just the shape of a muffin,
And he lived on an island
In the bright blue sea!

He ate little fishes,
That were most delicious,
And he had them for supper
And he had them for tea.

But this poor little Puffin,
He couldn't play nothin',
For he hadn't anybody
To play with at all.

So he sat on his island,
And he cried for awhile, and
He felt very lonely,
And he felt very small.

Then along came the fishes,
And they said, "If you wishes,
You can have us for playmates,
Instead of for tea!"

So they now play together,
In all sorts of weather,
And the Puffin eats pancakes,
Like you and like me.

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