The Bong
Poetry
The Bong Once upon a time there was a little Bong! Just the right size, and not too long It sat upon upon a limped tree Wild and happy, loved and free Then one day the Bong met Bing And fell in love with the little ding That tinkled in the morning sun Quiet unlike the noisy Gun! Noisy Gun! Here was the Bang! That in their life made the Clang! That made the Bong and Bing go far To escape the Bang sound, so bizarre So if you listen hard and long One day you may hear the Bong For 'way from Bang, the Bong will sing Love songs to it's life long Bing. [Tony Matthews 2002] |