| Teen Poetry #6 |
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The Town of Poets: Collection Series Part II- VII |
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chasing rain Senior Member
since 2001-05-15
Posts 737Canada |
VII. Sam and I We like to ride Our wagon down the hill. It's white and red But momma said It's more like honey dill. So Sam and I We laughed, then cried 'Cuz honey meant one thing: That bees would chase And try to race To win so they could sting. * * * * * Ouch. My bum (am I allowed to say that word? Bum? )-Leah ![]() |
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Marshalzu![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2001-02-15
Posts 2681Lurking |
This is such wonderful writing and it has almost disappeared, do you people not know good poetry when you see it??? Great writing Leah I really enjoyed the read as usual your unique style shines through and provides us with a brilliant example of humourous poetry at it's best. Thanks for sharing ![]() "Those words at best were worse than, teenage poetry" - Taking Back Sunday |
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Skyfire![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2000-12-27
Posts 3381Riding |
Leah, brilliant! You never cease to put a smile on my face. Keep it up, I shall be looking out for you *grin*oh and yeah you can say bum here lol It is said the Creator has taken a handful of South Wind and given each newborn Arabian the power of flight without wings |
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