I heard this tune
That reminded me of a rune
Pulled from a card
On this hat upon my head
Succeeded where I sat
Thus became playing cards formed into a winding bat
Swung, bursted into doves like that!
Dived nose deep, poofed
Into a little bunny rabbit
Which hopped
And where it sat,
Lied a magicians wand
With the magic question
"Is this, your card?"
YOU ARE READING
On The Spot Poems
PoetryThese are poems, I hope you enjoy them. They come from my heart, and whatever emotions I feel at 1 AM... Have fun, indulge in them if you will. Thank you, Merci, Gracias, Danke and Spasibo
