Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Blues To Bluebells

The nervous young couple
    turned wedding bell blues
    into wedding bluebells
  They escaped from the dance floor
    and bought padded cells

  that no yells or screams can penetrate
    ~ returned just in time for orange bluebell cake

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Sam Kauffman March 28, 2023 at 3:29 PM Delightful and witty as always Gershon with a touch of risque naughtiness!!! Fun! Thanks for sharing! Gershon Wolf March 28, 2023 at 7:07 PM I weigh the odds, then take the risk anyway. ~ Overweight, lol

Linda Alice Fowler March 28, 2023 at 12:43 PM Deafening gw. :) laf Gershon Wolf March 28, 2023 at 7:08 PM Keep listening, Linda. :) gw

Arlo Parker March 28, 2023 at 10:31 AM Can one have cake and eat it too...? Orange bluebell cake sounds oddly delightful. ~;o] Gershon Wolf March 28, 2023 at 7:10 PM You know, that cake does sound pretty good, Arlo. Thanks!

John Lawless March 28, 2023 at 4:43 AM OH THE BELLS, BELLS, BELLS, BELLS, BELLS, the tintinabulation of those bells, bells, bells, bells, bells Gershon Wolf March 28, 2023 at 7:11 PM oh they moan, moan, moan, moan. Yawn...

Michelle Faulkner March 27, 2023 at 8:31 PM Very risque (if I'm reading it right) yummy sounding cake too ;) Gershon Wolf March 28, 2023 at 7:12 PM Yummy is the password. Have yourself a couple of slices, Michelle...