The Oranges

Struggling with the pen and the blue notebook With the various words like the nook and took Said to me, my friend Nancy Why the words didn’t get the poetry Luckily, Silent, the common friend we met He rearranged the words and came the couplet "The big oranges in the cold evening I like them so much, they are my pink swing" Nancy and I looked with wonder With these words we tried a lot, Sir I got the "breezes" into the "blonde hair" Said Nancy but still no poetry there Silent smiled and said in a soft voice The poetry is not just an art of the word-choice If you want the rustles from the Beethoven breezes You have to get the big oranges in the boxes ____________________________________________ February 25, 2018 MAKE ME LAUGH - Up to 16 lines - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Robert Haigh