O, grrrrr...

O, grrrrr...

A Poem by Judy Ponceby

Random silliness...

O, grrrrrrrrrr.............
        Stepped on a thorn!

O, grrrrrrrrrr...........
         Size of a horn.

O, grrrrrrrrrr.........

Flesh all torn.

O, grrrrrrrrrr.............
So forlorn.

© 2011 Judy Ponceby

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A rather curious and unique choice of poetic subject, Judy. Not likely to be duplicated by another poet--which is, of course, one of the many things that makes you interesting and fun to read.
Just grrrrrrrrrrreat!

Posted 8 Years Ago

hehehe! oh Judy you do make me chuckle : )))

Posted 8 Years Ago

Oh, my goodness. My daughter stepped on a thorn, one day, and screamed for about an hour while I attempted to take it away. Everyone heard her and thought that I wanted to kill her. I made her settle down and help me practice singing at church, "Amazing Grace." She didn't, even, know when I pulled the thorn out. A lot of pain comes from our minds and not our bodies. I loved your write!

Posted 8 Years Ago

A painfully fun poem.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on August 19, 2011
Last Updated on August 19, 2011


Judy Ponceby
Judy Ponceby

Swanton, OH

I am me. Living life. Learning love. And laughing. A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom. – Robert Frost more..


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