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From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold
Great grey belly porker,
toothy yawning slug,
giant in the mud,
Lying on the sofaall curled and meekbut in my furry-fuzzy headthere's a rapping beat.Gonna rap while I'm nappingand looking sweet
Dog in the playground:Oh, no he don’t.He’ll come with me,You see if he won’t.
Hummingbirdhummingbirdhumming a tune,happy in June(when flowersand roses bloom)sipping nectarits favourite food,loved also by bees.
Let's take a walk
around the park,
but please don't forget
that you have to bark.
No matter what you
want to say,
Just watch, think and bark,
We're the Mafia catsBugsy, Franco and ToniWe're crazy for pizzaWith hot pepperoni
More Pointless Questions
which glass do you
A bowl of glass
or a pond that ripples
My twin brother lives across the street,
once in a while, we meet to eat,
he listens to me, lets me talk,
doesn't complain and doesn't baulk,
Peter the orange parrothad a very tiny beak,unlike the other parrotshe was never heard to speak.But they were never nasty to him,Peter the non-talking parrot
Midnight. A knock at the door.Open it? Better had.Three heavy cats, mean and bad.