Saturday, July 9, 2011

Chiming Dimes

Jenny Matlock

There once was a girl named Chime
her mom thought it was good at the time
she frolicked and played
and she sometimes displayed
her love for the silent clown mime

She painted her face up all white
and wore her black clothes so tight
that one time she bent
and with that she sent
a tear in her butt to take flight

The people all pointed and laughed
for she was not good at her craft
so she made up a sign
and the sign read by line
that she was a little bit daft

So the people felt bad and tossed dimes

2 Unleashed voices:

Dazee Dreamer said...

hahahaha. great poem. And probably something that would happen to me. :)

Christine said...

Very clever, I forgot what the prompt was, then I read it, and it came like a punch line.

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