My fancyA Poem by jen -- JGOne of the lost that now is found...........
My Fancy.
Something has tickled my Fancy But my Fancy just up and went My fingers are feeling quite prancy ‘cause to them , new words have been sent
My friends, now looking for Fancy With humor decidedly bent My thoughts are now a bit antsy And I’m looking for words I can rent.
Where oh where is my Fancy? I feel sad and really must vent LOOK! They just found my Fancy Locked up in a word master’s tent.
ã Copyright JG 28 .01.08 © 2008 jen -- JGAuthor's Note
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