Mary L. Whelpley Poetry

I can whine, complain, grumble and gripe
but still you will do just as you like.....

do come see my tall prairie grass
it's way up to my ____.

Those mosquitoes use me for a buff-et'
they just don't intend to quit or forfeit.

I'm full of bumps
I look like I've got the mumps.

I don' t like bugs or snakes
that's not what it takes
please, mow my lawn before -
I cry all rivers into lakes!

Poet: Mary L. Whelpley