The Pounds They Found Nursery Rhyme
Nothing was found when they let out the two hounds
They went running after her charging and chasing
frothing abound
Like a ball rolling on the ground was Ms. Round
She made a loud sound and was caught and bound
She kicked the gravel and began to unravel all wound
And as she frowned her hat fell off her crown
Out tumbled lots of pounds that built quite a mound
Made to sit out all day under a very hot sun
As she roasted in the heat and browned
Crying and screaming out loud, in her tears she
drowned!
25.4.22
Copyright © Carol Mitra | Year Posted 2022
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