Little robin redbreastsitting on the fence,
chirruping his tuneful song
though the snow is dense.
Hark! His song has altered
to a plaintive bleat –
little robin redbreast
cannot move his feet.
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About Me
- Peter Goulding
- I work in a warehouse which as you can imagine is very stimulating. I follow Shelbourne FC and football in general. Happily married for over 20 years to Monica with two great no-longer kids, Louise and Neil. I mainly write humorous verse but have written serious verse, a book of essays, a novel and a biography. But still can't put up a shelf.
6 comments:
So simple and so sad! It's beautiful in such a tragic way!
One Christmas our Siamese cat caught a Robin (just not the done thing), so this one got away lightly!
Loved it! Really. I did.
Happy Christmas!
Kat
Thank you everyone for taking the trouble.
Luckily my daughter managed to free the noisy little fecker with some fizzy tangerine though not before she did a quick sketch that she intends to send off to Hallmark.
Made me laugh! Brilliant, Peter, thanks a milion for getting aboard.Merry Christmas!
PS.
Hope to see this as a Hallmark card next year!
Heh-heh, poor robin! :^)
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