Words. By CpSingleton © 2016
Words are nimble, words are quick,
Words can cause an oil slick.
Watch as folk slip and slide!
Oh, I love my wordy ride!
Up and out, down and over,
Searching for my four leaf clover.
But who needs luck with words around?
Weaving wonder: joy abound!
Down at the bottom of my tired head,
Catching syllables so they can wed’
Into words of six or seven
This is Carrot’s kind of heaven.