Ride The Waves - for White Wolf

Ride The Waves - for White Wolf

We ride the waves Budgie my friend

Sometimes they crash us on the shore
But you and I are so much more
Than little heaps of helpless sand
Slipping through fingers of our hands

We write our poems with so much fun

I throw a line, you grab the bait

You count your syllables.... eight

I make them ten! Then ad some pun

You choose a title.... And we're done

We ride the waves, Budgie my friend

Sometimes fly high, and then we crash

Lie low a while, but then we dash

Right back, finish what we did not end

For after sleep, we're on the mend!

This is not a sonnet you know, the syllables do not match

But who cares, we have the next poem to catch!