Millie I. Cassell 

Greenville, Ohio, USA 

 
 
 

When I was in grade school, I was chosen to read my play before the class. It was about accidents that can happen. Mine was: "Slipping on a Banana Peel." A couple of times I was chosen to recite poetry before the high school assembly, but this was not my poetry. I received "Honorable Mention" for an essay written during high school and placed fourth in the State of Ohio in English. After working as an R.N. for thirty-three years, I retired in 1979. We moved to a quiet city. Poetry and lyrics are my future, God willing. My first poem was written in 1993.

 

The Riddle Of The Stones

In the middle of the zones,
In a country far away,
They fiddle the tones
On a second-handed ukulele.
Very little are the loans
In a place called Zimbabwe.
The acquittal Abdul grows,
Was for shooting some prey.
They griddle the cones
For food. -No need to pay.
They whittle the bones,
And make them into clay.
The spittle of the cobra stones
For the fear he causes the blue jay.
The little bit of venom he owns,
They may need to use today.
They skadittle the unknowns,
To pass the time of day.
The riddle of thee stones,
Will then be shown on x-ray.

The Goose And The Gander

It was snowing, the wind was blowing, and the rooster was crowing,
When the goose got loose and drank some juice,
And the gander began to meander out yonder.
They joined up and drank with a pup from a cup.
Together each feather withstood the weather,
And that was the beginning of their courtship.
She wore a pink bonnet with flowers fixed upon it,
And a shawl of pink and blue, which was brand new.
He wore an old vest, that was torn at the pocket.
He brought her a gift, which he found on the ground
a pretty gold locket.
His cap was on backwards, with the bill toward the back.
A trickster by nature; you ought to hear him quack!
She made up her mind, he was one of a kind.
His vest should be lined, and his shoes should be shined.
But, with promises galore, that she hadn't heard before,
She thought with that pitch, he really was rich.
So, he got ditched they did not get hitched,
And that was the ending of their courtship.

All poems Copyright © 1998 Millie I. Cassell. All rights reserved.