Ananda sings to every sound
in our home and all around.
Every time our phone rings
he decides it's time to sing.
Blow dryers set him off.
He even sings when we cough.
Leaf blowers get him to trillin'.
He's also fond of old Bob Dylan.
Sings along with the washing machine.
On the job, caroling clothes clean.
Lawnmowers and even weed-eaters,
bathroom fan gets some tweeters.
When he hears those Harleys roaring,
he goes fortissimo, starts soaring.
Sounds that get on human nerves,
Ananda harmonizes with verve.
-- Rich Seeley
Happy Easter, Happy Spring
ReplyDeleteAh, to but hear Ananda sing!
Appreciate the thoughts and prose
To the poet,a literary rose.....
It's not every day that we hear from someone at Poets Anonymous. (Actually, it's not every day we hear from anyone, anonymous or not.
ReplyDeleteThanks,
Rich