Snow Cone?A Poem by Jack...Just some Friday morning giberrishSnow cone? By jack I saw a snow cone ride his bike out in the dark this afternoon He wondered why his hair was green, he couldn’t see the month of June He pedaled hard to get somewhere, he didn’t know had not belonged And whistled as a snow cone will a winter weather raindrop song He hated riding bikes uphill because his legs were way too short And eating apples on the beach will always be his favorite sport He took a nap on his front lawn, while flowers grew along the street The music from the ice cream truck just woke him up for something sweet But as the sun began to shine his head would quickly start to melt His pants would fall down as he rode if not for his new birthday belt Now you must know I made this up, a snow cone can not ride a bike But neither can a bowl of oatmeal, that I swear would not be right © 2013 Jack...Author's Note
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StatsAuthorJack...San Antonio, TXAboutNot much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..Writing
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