Red sky at night
may be sailor’s delight,
but that old poem
fell apart this morning.
The sky is streaked hot pink
Its only warning to sailors is:
Look Out–
This is a day designed
for nine-year-old girls
who giggle.
Red sky at night
may be sailor’s delight,
but that old poem
fell apart this morning.
The sky is streaked hot pink
Its only warning to sailors is:
Look Out–
This is a day designed
for nine-year-old girls
who giggle.
there's a poem in every day
aka: The Happy Bookers
Artist
I came to where you were living, up a stair. There was no one there.--John Ashberry, "The New Higher"
custom poems on vintage typewriters
One Poet's Writing Practice: Poems by Mary Kendall
A Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014
Living in the moment
red sky in the morning
sailors warning
red sky at night
sailors delight
I did not know that is was a warning about nine year old gigglers thought! 🙂
Oh, yes–be very wary today. Glitter nail polish and bubblegum pop music everywhere you turn. Similar forecast tomorrow.