A tissket, a tasket, what is in a basket
There is a basket on the table
Fill with things without a label
I ask it, what is in the basket
It replies you put it there
Was it to share?
It is bare
Should you care?
There is a basket on the floor
Where I put things I want no more
It shares with the floor
It does not want any more
A basket hangs on the wall
Its hoop that is all
Just to play with a ball
That is all
A basket sits under a tree
Filled with glee
A peach I do see
A basket on the table filled with fruit for you and me
Thank you for writing about fruits, loved the poem and the basket.
ReplyDeleteso cute! I could see this being a children's song.
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