Little Donny

Little Donny

Little Donny climbed up the tree just to see what he could see,
He leaps  from branch to branch until he ripped his  little cotton pants,
He climbed up on my shoulder and takes a seat to enjoy his favorite bowl of little treats,
  Giving him time and attention
Is all he seems to need as he plays up and down  taking little bits as he feeds,
He is the best pet monkey ever He's the cutest little fella and is just so clever.
As his day of fun is  all well and done he calms down to take his nap laying down quietly in my lap.

                          By
              Blane  r bunbury

My tribe

                      My tribe

   I love my tribe we live full and free always trying to see the world as it's ment to be,
Never caring for much in our lives has always led to the lack of  strife,
  Ever moving from place to place as the wind kisses our sunburnt face,
Always keeping our integrity  true to ourselves we choose to be,
  Elders clap their hands and sing of the bounty  that the harvest always brings,
As children join in the dance and song we all chime in and just sing along,
No one in the world is as happy as me because in my Tribe  there will always be a place for me.                      
                             By
                 Blane  r bunbury

The day i went to town

         The day I went to town

The day had come to go to town
And as always I was wearing a frown,
Boiling hot sun and dusty old roads always made me hold my nose,
   The smell of fruits ,vegetables and  the lovely spices, only made things worse by the very high prices ,
   Noisy smelly animals seemed always to be around, being sold and bought all over our small little town,
   Children running and skipping all around, old folks quietly sleeping not making a sound,
   As I hurry to finish my shopping and get out of town there was no need to have my continuous frown,
    Because despite all of this when the day was done, a day on the town can even prove to be a little fun. 
                            By
                 Blane r bunbury

Mr. France

Mr. France

Mr France always  loved to dance always moving around doing his little prance,
  He always seemed so funny like a chubby little bunny,
But one of the nicest people you will ever meet as you walk down any old busy market Street,
  All the children  would laugh and play with Mr. France each  and every day,
   Mr. France was an energetic old fellow who like to  play the guitar, flute and the cello .
  so the next time you are on a busy old market street Mr. France Might be the first person who you  happen to meet.
                            By
                 Blane  r bunbury