Doodles, his mum and the picture

corduroy_vedder

Young toodles,
with his pencil doodles,
pictures blue,
only a few.

Toodles' mum was not kind,
She had no clue what she'd find,
A picture of her ex husband,
Drawn from the baby's hand.

Toodles' mum collapses shocked,
Her head halts its locked,
Her gaze transfixed.
Her thoughts and reality mixed.

Toodles is left behind,
Toodles' mum has found her mind,
She enjoys greeting again
Her love she regains.

All a fuzzle
Like a puzzle....
Toodles cries for his mum..
She cries for them

corduroy_vedder

My poem, hehe... my experimental poem, i thought i would use a lot of rhyming

bambi girl

Originally posted by corduroy_vedder
My poem, hehe... my experimental poem, i thought i would use a lot of rhyming

i like this ollie, i especially like how you've made the last line not rhyme so the line becomes more meaningful....good experimentation. i suck at rhyming.

corduroy_vedder

thankee bambi..
the comment is very much appreciated..

FinsburyParkCarrots

Good poem, Ollie. Proud of ya, my nephew.