Friday, January 13, 2006

Breakfast---- P.H. Kilby

Good morning little earthworm,
Said the speckled thrush,
Where would you be going,
So early in a rush?
I’m off to find some breakfast,
He answered with a frown.
Well so am I sir, said the thrush
And quickly gulped him down.


musicplayer said...

i like your blog

Muahahah said...

This makes me very happy - every time we put up one of these, the Urban Babblers Initiative receives a huge thrusht.

Arjun said...

let us set up a thrust fund then.

Arjun said...

a thrusht fund i meant...:D

leanne said...

This is my Grandfathers poem! i was his inspiration... :0)

Sumedha said...

Is he...? Well, I'm a teacher and have this poem in one of our text books. I'd love to know more about the the writer . Can help me... please?

Looking for award to hearing from you :)

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Anonymous said...

I would like to be an eagle to fly high and get to feel the silence, feel like the air caresses my wings, look down and see me surrounded by mountains that majestically greet me.