May your insoles turn out thicker

Than the bumps along the road.

May your purse strings in rebounding

Not exceed your wage’s load.

May Autumn leaves a crunching be

Coloured spectrum that you tread.

The highlight of your week – not find

Purple crispies in your bed.

by Catherine Casey

Comments (4)

This one reminds me of elocution classes at drama school - and all that tempestuous titillating and tongue twisting. Clever poem - very funny. Love the broccoli coda. Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Mary-this is a delightful poem, humorous and in 'good taste'. kate
Very engaging, Mary. This one made me smile. I have yet to read a poem of yours that was not more than worthy of a ten. Love, Sandra
Very clever indeed! Thank you.