Rhyming Games

It was a lukewarm, summer day

The clouds were out and

Me and Grandmother were sitting

On the porch

We would sit on this porch

Frequently; Playing games.

Sometimes I would create them

Others would be our little games, They Never changed.

Games such as watching the clouds

Making shapes out of them

In our minds, Such as a lion or a mouse

Or even a lion chasing a mouse

The other one we played

Was a game of rhyming

Some rhymes would be delayed

By the wind chimes chiming.

It was a lukewarm, summer day

The clouds were out and

Me and Grandmother were sitting

On the porch.