A Pome

A Pome

When I was small I had a book
My mom would read, called Mother Goose.
She read and sang and clapped and rhymed.
I always begged, "Just one more time!"

Well, now I'm grown, with grown-up kids;
I read them Mother Goose a bunch!
Now it's YOUR turn: pack your best pomes
To read at Central tomorrow at lunch!

Brown-bag poetry-sharing begins at noon at Central Library tomorrow, Thursday, January 21, in the West Meeting Room on the first floor. Hope to see you there!