Poem for her 936

Picnic

The clock was set to 5

So it was time for a picnic

She laughed

It's always time for a Picnic

We had fruit and cheese and some meats

There was that park out by the creek

Just on the other side of town

So off we went

Basket in hand

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 935

Clocks

They say big hand and little hand and second hand

A second hand clock

Got out of the thrift store in town

We set it to 5 O'Clock

So we'd know it was time to play cards

We didn't wind it though

So it's always card time

We like that in the slow summer

Or the slow winter

Snacks too

 

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.