Tuesday, March 20, 2007
She wouldn't believe
This pencil has
A magical eraser.
She said I was a silly moo,
She said I was a liar too,
She dared me to prove that it was true,
And so what could I do-
I erase her!
This pencil has
A magical eraser.
She said I was a silly moo,
She said I was a liar too,
She dared me to prove that it was true,
And so what could I do-
I erase her!
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2 Comments:
To those who doubt - the evidence is clear!!
A beautiful poem - thank you so much for sharing.
Blessings to you all.
Here is a little treat - for your sponsored walk.
A poem called "Magic Cat"
My mum whilst walkng through the door
Spilt some magic on the floor.
Blobs of this
and spots of that
but most of it upon the cat.
Our cat turned magic, straight away
and in the garden went to play
where it grew two massive wings
and flew around in fancy rings.
'Oh look!'cried Mother, pointing high,
'I didn't know our cat could fly'.
Then with a dash of Tibby's tail
She turned my mum into a snail!
So now she lives beneath a stone
and dusts around a different home.
And I'm an ant
And Dad's a mouse
And Tibby's living in our house.
By Peter Dixon
Hope you enjoy
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