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Up a Creek

Hey, Little Kittle

afloat upon a creek

banks of shrinking skittle

flood your eyes with leak-

ing tears, make your paddle creak.

 

My Little Kittle

sculling against the swell

your old bones are brittle

cast you now a spell

clang you loud the bell

 

© Jilly’s & Silly Jilly’s  All Rights Reserved

Posted for dVerse’s Quadrille using the word Creak.

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A wild soul writing poetry.

42 thoughts on “Up a Creek

    1. Hey, don’t mess with the Silly; she might write you into a socially-charged nursery rhyme that won’t leave you in a good light. Might include eating vegan kabobs on a street corner in Schenectady while the Yankees sweep those boys from Houston, or something strange like that.

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