Poem Of The Week
proud pet ownerLast year I bought a Leprechaun,
A pet to call my own, He’s a timid little fellow, That likes to be alone, He’s got a tiny bowler hat, His shoes with buckles, click, He moves about by skipping With his tiny walking stick, He has orange facial fur, And combs it till it’s clean, His leaf and clover diet Turns his skin a shade of green, He talks in rhymes and riddles, But never seems to smile, Maybe I should let him Off his leash a little while, His nasty disposition Has banned us from the park, He growls, he digs, he pees on legs, And likes to loudly bark, Since he’s begun to claw and bite, Our dealings have turned south, Next week I plan to buy for him A muzzle for the mouth. Weekly poems are changed every Monday and can include illustrations in color/black and white or no accompanying art.
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