It’s Montana poetry day.
What’s your favourite poem and why?
That question is too hard for me to answer – I have a long list of favourites starting with the one I learned at kindy:
Miss Polly had a dolly who was sick, sick, sick/ She called for the doctor to come quci/quick/ He picked up his bag and he picked up his hat/ and knocked on the door with a rat a tat a tat.
He looked at the dolly and he shook his head/ and said Miss Polly put her straight to bed/ I’ll write a prescription for a pill, pill, pill and be back in the mornign with my bill/ bill/ bill.
The list does develop from doggeral like this and show a little more maturity but picking a favourite from those favourites depends on lots of variables including mood, occasion and purpose.