Saturday, April 28, 2012

She's a brick. House.


When you slam the door to a wooden house

The whole thing shudders just a little

If you pound the door to see who’s home

The whole thing shakes just a little

Sounds and thumps and bumps and shivers

Reverberate and underpin a weaker state

In any wooden home or shop or store.

But a stone or brick or masonry home is

Solid as Ella Fitzgerald.

1 comment:

  1. Thanks be to NaPoWriMo for featuring your site! When I got to Ella Fitzgerald I laughed aloud-- And I thought the poem was about a house! Bless you.

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