Sophie was pleased with herself yesterday.
She was barking and dancing around.
I thought, perhaps, her wits went away,
Till I saw what lay on the ground.
It wasn't a mole
Come up from its hole.
It wasn't as simple as that.
Oh, no, lying dead,
Bleeding wound to the head
Was a partially mangled old rat!
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aw... what a wonderful children's poem!!! haha and you said I was twisted! haha I love it! I lvoe your twisted wordy ways!
ReplyDeleteI didn't read that one to Thomas. ;)
ReplyDeleteyes better to save it till he's 8 or 9!He should enjoy it more then! haha! ooohhh I hope you took pictures to illustrate! ;)
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