Terry D. Sutherland

NANCY

Nancy was the curious sort
She always required a full report
About holidays at new resorts
And how it went in traffic court

Or how many bounces in a ball?
How many fights in a free-for-all?
How many leaves on a tree this tall?
How many stores in a shopping mall?

Questions were her ruin alright
She thought of questions all the night
What was the whale’s plight?
What is the highest flown kite?

Nancy is silent for a time
She lost her voice to frigid clime
Now she sips lemon lime
And asks her questions all in mime