Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

The Bug Carousel

Henry picked a ladybug;
Hadley chose a fly.
Mine was striped but not a bug
I could identify.

Up and down and round and round,
With music jangling on,
We rode the carousel until
The time we had was gone.

Grandpa took the photos;
Nana thought up rhymes
And had to ride, on different bugs,
With Hadley two more times.

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Maurice Rigoler September 9, 2019 at 8:41 PM Did you know Watch Hill (Westerly, RI) has the oldest working carousel in the country? – if what I've read is true. / M

Pat Adams September 7, 2019 at 4:06 PM Several have already said, "Cute", but it came to my mind as well. A FAV for me my friend. Well done!.......pat

Carolyn Devonshire September 7, 2019 at 2:30 PM LOL Not surprising Hadley wanted to ride more of the "bugs." This is such a cute poem, Ilene. Enjoyed!

Robert Johnson September 7, 2019 at 6:33 AM I love that name, Hadley, Hadley and Henry. Quite the perfect pair. Come on Nana, let's enjoy the fair. Up and down and all around and then some cotton candy. Thank you Grandpa, you're pictures are just dandy.

Gershon Wolf September 6, 2019 at 6:38 PM You've got to stop writing these, Ilene. They are SO CUTE I can't stand it. LOL. ~ Bugged in Chicago

Chris Green September 6, 2019 at 4:14 PM Super cute Ilene and so darn wonderful the images you create for all of us to enjoy. I think many of us look forward to Ilene's afternoon poetry, I know I do

Rico Leffanta September 6, 2019 at 4:09 PM Nicely done, Ilene! The best thing about grandchildren is seeing wonder in their eyes! Aloha! Rico

Jan Allison September 6, 2019 at 2:57 PM aww how cute is this Ilene I hope one day before I depart this mortal coil that I have a grandchild to have fun with like you do with yours. I so love reading poems about them:-) hugs Jan xx