Virginia Poem #2

ah the ice cream truck
not sure it is the ice
cream truck; heard twinkling tinkles
sprinkling our precious
dusk and we thought someone
practiced music and they went

from Happy Birthday
to Twinkle Twinkle
Little Star smooth as silk
pie then did some really fancy
fingering and crept
closer and closer

and about then we figured
it must be the neighborhood
ice cream truck. Maybe the ground hogs
down there listen too.
Nonetheless the Twinkle
tune is a new occupant

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About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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