Fun can be fun

By:  Jo Smith Oct 23.2020

Another day has come and gone

And I am still here all alone.

That thing called a phone

Is supposed to ring or so they say.

But it must be on delay

For it never has anything to say.

But on this page there is always some fun.

Just look out the window into the sun.

The rabbits have formed new habits.

The bugs are chasing the slugs.

They even run up under my rugs.

The hogs practice sitting on logs.

Now that is a new one for you!

The turtles decided they would practice this too.

One fell into a hole and up came a mole.

He decided to become a big troll.

And if you doubt that any of this is true

They will shut you up with glue.

A big rat was seen chasing a green cat.

The green cat fell into a bucket of fat.

Now they are both chasing a bat.

The worms are trying to hide from the birds.

They say it is hard to find the words

To say the horror that they feel

Knowing they will be the next meal.

Alas, I say, the fun I have here is very real.

The apples are trying to become figs

And the berries are dancing jigs.

They have been watching too much news

And think they can just become whatever they choose.

They are now pretending to be kids without any shoes.

It has become very crazy

And the sky is totally hazy.

The sun wants to be the moon

And the stars have come out too soon.

They are all in a race

To see who can do the most to erace

Anything that is left of a sound mind.

If anyone can now happen to find

One good day head it down my way.