1. Weather.
2. Gridlock.
3. Elvis.
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Name swirl-
All round world.
Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose – MEinRhyme-And Everything Else I've Written In Given Time
08 Jan 2022 Leave a comment
in Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times 2016 Tags: "Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times", Andertooons, Elvis, Going on, Gridlock, Hound Dog, Mary Elizabeth Rumsey, Poetry, Rhyme, Three, Weather, Writing
25 Jun 2019 Leave a comment
in Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times 2016 Tags: "Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times", Andertoons, Andertooons, Bones, Dogs, Looks, Mary Elizabeth Rumsey, Poetry, Reading, Rhyme, Show dogs, slippers, Talent, Treats, Westminster Dog Show, Whatever, Writing
1. Bones.
2. Treats.
3. Looks and talent.
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To go-
To Westminster Dog Show.
10 Jun 2016 1 Comment
in Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times 2016 Tags: "Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times", Andertooons, Exercise, Friday, Happy, Interesting, Jump up and down, Mary Elizabeth Rumsey, MEinRhyme, Modern Mother Goose-On the Loose, Poetry, Reading, Rhyme, Skipping, Whatever, Writing
1. Exercise.
2. Happy.
3. It’s Friday.
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To jump up and down-
Over here, over there,
and all around.
16 Feb 2016 1 Comment
in Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times 2016 Tags: "Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times", Andertoons, Andertooons, Bones, Dogs, Looks, Mary Elizabeth Rumsey, Poetry, Reading, Rhyme, Show dogs, slippers, Talent, Treats, Westminster Dog Show, Whatever, Writing
1. Bones.
2. Treats.
3. Looks and talent.
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To go-
To Westminster Dog Show.
06 Jan 2016 1 Comment
in Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times 2016 Tags: "Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times", Andertooons, Elvis, Going on, Gridlock, Hound Dog, Mary Elizabeth Rumsey, Poetry, Rhyme, Three, Weather, Writing
25 May 2013 Leave a comment
in Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose Tags: Andertooons, Baby, Big girl, Daughter, Empty nest, Grown, Modern Mother Goose-On the Loose, Mother, On own, Quietly, Talk, Text, Wait, Walk
She was small-
Now she has gotten tall.
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She used to hardly talk-
Now she does, in text, while in walk.
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She used to need, all of my attention-
Now it is just all for fun.
.
For she has grown-
And, now can take care of her own.
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I’ll always be there, quietly, in wait-
For it is a natural mother’s trait.
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She was small-
Now she has gotten tall.