Sun nor Moon

A scrap of verse that I wrote in a flood of words in the middle of the night. A new nursery rhyme.

The sun so hot up in the sky,

’Twould not be good to call him nigh;

The moon so cool all through the night:

Nor would calling her be right.

Author's Note

Please ignore typos. I wrote this in haste, in a flood of several verses, in the middle of the night. Initial reactions appreciated.

Reviews

[Neville]

I really love these little scraps as you call em Debbie, they make me smile no end and this was no exception.....Neville

[Debbie Barry]

Thanks, Neville! I'm really pleased that you're enjoying them. I'll need to think of more soon; you'll get through them all! Debbie

[Neville]

I guess I will, cheers, N

[Debbie Barry]

Have a wonderful day, my friend! Debbie