Once I picked up some tangy spice.
Stuck it to my nose and paid the price.
I sneezed so much it scared off the mice.
Once I picked up a brown rotten pear.
From where it came I know not where.
I crushed it and rubbed it in my hair.
Once I picked up an old torn blouse.
High stepping I ran around the house.
It did not go over so big with the spouse.
Once I picked up an overweight moose.
After she kissed me I turned her loose,
Then we sat down to share some juice.
Once I picked up a mad bumblebee.
After a quick discussion he stung me.
In opposite directions we both did flee.
Copyright © September 12, 2011 by Lowell Bergeron