Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Stratching the Itch

Bees make honey; hens lay eggs.
Brewers mash and fill their kegs.
Chefs make meals and cows give milk.
Spiders spin their webs like silk.

Knitters turn out scarves and sweaters.
In Vermont, they fashion cheddars.
Artists sketch or draw or paint.
English teachers cross out “ain’t.”

Donkeys carry; doctors heal.
Actors act and robbers steal.
Farmers till and hoe and reap.
Mothers rock their babes to sleep.

Every creature has a niche
To satisfy that nagging itch.
As for me, I’ve learned that I’m
Itch-free when I resort to rhyme.

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Robert Johnson February 5, 2013 at 11:30 AM What is stratching? I too can't help but scratch the itch. But rhyming that, well, that's a -----. :)

Jack Horne January 30, 2013 at 10:27 AM lol, love this clever write - congrats on your wins, my friend

Robert Heemstra January 28, 2013 at 6:39 PM That was very clever indeed. Very nice.

Connie Gildersleeve January 28, 2013 at 2:03 PM Ilene a fabulous rhyme you have a niche for rhyming my friend. I find it very hard to tell a story and rhyme at the same time. It's like patting your head and rubbing your tummy at the same time. I have too really, really work hard at it, fatiguing my mind. A brilliant poem, masterly created. Warm Smiles, Connie

Eileen Manassian January 28, 2013 at 11:10 AM Ilene............I LOVE IT! You are absolutely incredible, my dear! What a lovely way to put things. Bless you! :)