hey diddle’s redux
now the crow
how he boasts
but not like a cow
with no place to go
nobody flew
over the moon
not even the crow
comfortably roosting
atop spotted dog
inside farmhouse
grandma plays fiddle
while diddle diddle
licks the dish clean
spoon her microphone
the cat’s caw her song
december two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
OMG, that last stanza is killin’ me! You are priceless, my friend. I very much look forward to a poem from you each day, and I’m disappointed on the days when you don’t deliver.
😀
Best wishes for 2017
Thank you Carl and likewise
Thank you for the smile
thank you for coming back – happy new year good friend
I think you got us all smiling with that one!! 😀 Reminds me of an amusing poem my father made up around that nursery rhyme many years ago. I like your dry humour!
Many thanks, Suzy – glad I put a smile on your face!