Pat Adams Poet Quatrain

My Willie's Not Small Anymore

I once won a lucky drawing
When at the local county fair
I won a small calf of my own
A prize like that, they say is rare

He was so small, I was worried
Will he live or will he not
So I decided to name him Willie
And though small, he ate a lot!

My Willie's not small anymore
He's so big he's hard to pull
And now he weighs four hundred pounds
I think that is a lot of bull!

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Gershon Wolf January 5, 2020 at 1:28 PM Excellent play on words, my friend. Enjoyed! Cheers, Gershon Pat Adams January 5, 2020 at 2:38 PM Thanks Gershon! Sometimes the mind wanders!.....pat

Indiana Shaw January 3, 2020 at 8:31 PM Howl; I feel duped, Indiana <--- Mucky mind . . . ; ) Pat Adams January 5, 2020 at 7:09 AM Ok!?.................80)

Richard Lamoureux December 31, 2019 at 8:05 PM Ha ha, mine too. I guess all those years of pulling finally paid off. ;0) Happy 2020! Pat Adams January 1, 2020 at 7:53 AM Yeah, it was worth it I guess!.............80)

Lindsay Laurie December 31, 2019 at 4:50 PM G'day Pat … you have brought back a still talked about childhood memory. A neighbour's bucket raised calf turned into a fearless bull who kept all us kids well and truly in order. His name was Teddy - thanks PAT - Lindsay Pat Adams January 1, 2020 at 7:52 AM Teddy the bull! Awesome! Glad you liked it Lindsay. Happy New Year, my friend.............pat

Ilene Bauer December 31, 2019 at 1:22 PM You are too funny, Pat! I love how you play around with words. ~ Have a happy new year! Pat Adams December 31, 2019 at 1:31 PM Thanks Irene, I'm glad you liked it! Hope you have a happy new year as well.................pat