Ella Writes To Her Bff

Hey, Peyton, remember the time When the snow was melted along with the rime? When the sun was mild and the weather sublime? We went out on picnic away from the dust and the grime. We all took our hampers with fruit and some lime, (I brought along some candy, bought out for a dime). Momma packed some sandwiches with bacon which was prime, And some very fine chutney of rosemary and thyme. While my cousins and mom played charades and mime, Off we both went for the grassy knoll to climb. Our laughter peeled, tinkling like wood chime, You were the prince, I was your heim. Peyton, I remember that it was close to lunchtime, I rode piggyback for no reason or rhyme. You slipped of a sudden as you stepped on some slime, We tumbled and rolled down the slippery 'cline. I am sorry, dear Peyton, real sorry I 'm, It was in fun, in those days of playtime. I'd've done it again if there was another time, For kid's to be prankish is never a crime! (How's this for Mom's contest of Monorhyme?) ~25 May 2016~