Misses Dulcimer - Chariot,
Sharon, and Sham - three sisters,
have courted and won their suits
by wiles pressed in cases cool,
comprised in glances, words
and worsted wool. And now
their names are just
the best, and just
the same.
A pact they'd made, to one day if perchance
should come, be Mrs. Dulcimer times three,
in fact. Well, what a lark! And what
a triple-wedding thereby was done.
The chaps respectively were chuffed
and bloked and copped, and then some.
By these ladies three, in their well-bespoke
brand new suits, which woo'd and won, as
worn that day, and well. That day, they all won
through, sworn fools in cause so good and true.
To heck, who knows? We'll see. Just set a spell.
Things work out, as some do.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Friday, August 21, 2020
Misses Dulcimer
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