Holy Moley lived underground,
and he had faith in above.
So his thoughts did resound
that life was guided by love.
* * *
Nowy Cowy was very zen.
Live in the moment did he.
The eight-fold path he walked
and at sometimes rested beneath a tree.
* * * * *
These two short poems were written in response to a prompt at NaPoWriMo to write a nursery rhyme.
These poems were originally posted on my other blog on Monday, April 11, 2011. I have reposted them here as I have linked to them from another poem.
Sadly Waiting for Recess 
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That’s weird – I left a comment here the other day. I left them on a couple, actually. Going to check now.
BTW – to say how much I loved these.
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this is cute..
well done.
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Tilly, you were kind enough to read these on my other blog when I first posted them. And you left me a comment there. Sorry for any confusion. Glad you liked them.
Jingle, thanks. They’re strange nursery rhymes, I think, but I’m glad you thought them well done.
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