Category: poetry

  • Whiskey and walnuts

    Scary Mary lived in a hutBy the edge of a woodWith her windows kept shut.The gate at the backHad a terrible squeakWith a button to pressSo the caller could speak. Now Mary’s cat ‘ginger’( Who loved to chase mice)Had mischievous thoughtsAnd he wasn’t that nice.He would wait at the fenceFor a stranger to callThen he’d… →