Posted in Winter has arrived: Photography, Poetry and Humour

“A society that gets rid of all its troublemakers goes downhill” Robert A. Heinlein

Down the Hill

When ever there is snow on the ground
And a small mountain or a molehill found
The kids will arrive in flocks
Dragging their sleighs to the top

“Mommy, mommy, look at me!
Look how fast I am going!
Oops, look, there’s a tree!”

<Crash, bang, boing>

“Mommy, mommy, look no teeth!”

The kid only laughingly stated
As back up hill he ventured
If only to once more ride
Before getting his dentures