Month: April 2021

Thurday like Friday,
I like this Thursday the best,
Easter is coming.

It’s April fools day,
remember those days, such fun,
up to tricks and things.

The day passed slowly,
fast at first the just slowly,
as the day grew old.

I am painting trees,
as long as they will stand still,
but I must be quick.

I am painting waves,
little hands in joyful play,
that was a surprise.

Life is so precious,
do not take it for granted,
but treasure the time.

Just sixty seconds,
of you life and time well run,
every minute.

I have nothing much,
a few pennies in the bank,
that little piggy.

I’m trying to paint,
a scene here and a scene there,
makes a pair of scenes.

I’m drawing circles,
and they just gather round me,
and follow me too.

The day is quite warm,
it is nice and I like that,
a day for a coke.

My eyes tell me sleep,
my coffee says I will try,
to keep you awake.

I am floating home,
I hopped a passing balloon,
that then let me down.

The blossoms are pink,
on the cherry blossom trees,
they way they should be.