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The dawn was cold the snow was deep
It piled up high whilst I did sleep
I ventured out to clear the land
With shovel nestled in my hand
But what surprise beneath the snow
A sheet of ice which laid me low
My feet went up, oh what a farce
I landed on my big fat. . . . . . . . Brother (who was helping me clear the snow) :-rofl
:-rolling Excellent :thumbsup:
Do I detect this being a variation of Wordsworth's 'Daffodils'? The rhyming and rhythm are similar, but the storyline is definitely unique!:4-bounce:
Well done, Rolf!:thumbsup:
The poem of the Daffodil
Was by my mucker Wordsworth, Bill
My poem rythm may well match
But by compare is not a patch.:)
Excellent You'll soon have a Web Site like mine :thumbsup: