AHEM!

*Please read Rhonda's post, below mine, first. Thank You!*

Dearest Little Wildabeast,
I would like you to know that even though my poetic skills are limited, I am still able to create short poems. Everyone can't be a master poem maker like yourself. Just to prove to you my poem making skills I created a poem on the way to Erik and Stacy's house tonight just for you, about you. Here it is:

Rhonda is so sweet.
She's like a little treat.
She is so fine,
and she's all mine.
She is oh so neat!

I learned how to write this kind of a poem in sixth grade. I think it's called a Limerick, am I right master poem writer? I hope that you can enjoy my limited poem writing skills wildabeast because if you did not I would be so sad!

Lots of Love,
Your Waterbuffalo

And for our reading audience's pleasure here is a poem that Rhonda wrote to me during Family Home Evening once:

As the dreary days go by,
I sometimes give a sigh
of unfound love.
The nights and days all fade away
Into dreams of forgotten pleasure.
My love for you that's strong
and true is more than I can measure.
Thine love is like a rose!

Don't we have a grand time in Home Evening? Master poem writer could you tell me what kind of a poem this is? Oh, one more! This is the poem that Rhonda made up spur of the moment when she was sick (the one about ice):

Linda is so nice.
She brings me lots of ice.
When I am sick in bed,
With a hurting stomach and head.

This is proof that the master poem writer does write short poems, but maybe only when she's sick!