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gnawing something beneath his feet
When I walked to the hound
And saw what he'd found
I screamed "snake!" then kissed the concrete
A girl from Kentucky grew melons
But they certainly weren't for sellin'
Though she kept them restrained
They were barely contained
In a titsling the size I'm not tellin'
City raised Marcus MaGow
went to a farm to milk a cow
after just one pull
he met a bull
And the animal made him a sow
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Lymericks Three by Me
I saw a dog in the streetgnawing something beneath his feet
When I walked to the hound
And saw what he'd found
I screamed "snake!" then kissed the concrete
A girl from Kentucky grew melons
But they certainly weren't for sellin'
Though she kept them restrained
They were barely contained
In a titsling the size I'm not tellin'
City raised Marcus MaGow
went to a farm to milk a cow
after just one pull
he met a bull
And the animal made him a sow
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
Read 708 times
Written on 2009-03-07 at 18:23
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