poetry by j matthew waters

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

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8 thoughts on “hey diddle’s redux

  1. Cello Jolie on said:

    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.

  2. 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!

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