"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw

"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." ~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn


Sunday, January 19, 2014

Magpie #203 A Cello in Brooklyn

Musician in the Rain  Robert Doisneau

Mon dieu I hate this rain
I hate this rain always dripping
Always dripping on my neck
On my neck-what the heck?
What the heck.....hey fella!
Hey fella-gimme your umbrella! 
Your umbrella will keep me dry 
As I'm a slightly damp cella!
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16 comments:

  1. Your poem is fun and whimsical.

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  2. Don't you worry, I'll save you a towel!

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  3. MINE is sillier than yours!
    NA-NA-NA-NANA....
    SO glad someone else felt this way today...Thanks

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  4. thats a fun way to write a poem. me gusta

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  5. A wonderful and fun poem!

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  6. Great fun. Nice one.

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  7. And hello to you , anthropomorphic cello....it is by no means clear who is most alive in this scene ....

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  8. Way cute Kathe. Can you send that rain down here? We need it terribly.

    Have a fabulous day. Big hugs. ♥♥♥

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  9. Love when you write with an accent!

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  10. Like how you had fun with this grey picture!

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  11. You've given me a big grin -- it's amazing how musicians love their instruments.

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  12. I heard Cary Grant and Myrna Loy in my head...

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  13. Delightful, Kathe! Looks like someone knows the (musical) score!

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  14. Titled A Cello in Brooklyn and then you open with Mon Dieu. I like how it gallops along. Love it!

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  15. A nice whimsical poem...a fun read!

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