Going a tad stir crazy as my little one is still ill, recovering from one bug only to succumb to another. To relieve the tedium and boredom I wrote this for her today. A simple, no-nonsense nonsense poem that brought a smile to her face, I hope it makes your Monday a little better too.
The poem with no name,
makes no literary claim,
it has rhythm and rhyme,
and is always in time.
The poem with no name
bears no shame
it rides with head held high
through a leaden sky.
The poem with no name
is never the same,
as it rides the crest of a wave
on the fame it doth crave.
