Cellow Yat (a nonsense poem)


The Neighbor’s Cellow Yat slinks into my yard and hunkers down underneath my Fird Beeder. With the patience of a stone statue, she waits… for the Firds to land on the Beeder A Wittle Lren comes looking for Beeds sitting right above the Cellow Yat. But she thinks to herself, “A Wittle Lren?” “What kind […]

Cellow Yat (a nonsense poem)

By Peace Truth

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)