Just came across this fun nonsense poem and I love it so much, I’m sharing it!
Autumn is here, rustling all of the leaves
Soon ’twill be time to take care of the eaves
Last time we didn’t, we paid a big price
The eavestroughs were clogged, a magnet for ice
And speaking of leaves, I’ve had cause to wonder
Why don’t they stay near their trees over yonder?
Why does the wind blow them into our place
Why, when around them is so much free space?
And speaking of wind, there’s a shutter gone loose
Far up near the roof, nearly high as the spruce
And if it should fall, it may land on our heads
Or just fly away as we sleep in our beds
And speaking of beds, there’s the garden to tend
And errors we really must hasten to mend
Those wild strangling vines and the tough creeping Jenny
You put up with one and you end up with many.
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