There was a young lad named Paul,
Who wanted to get away from it all,
So he took up sea swimming,
Then set off one evening,
Now he’s nowhere at all,
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I want to eat your brains
I want to eat your brains
I want to eat your brains,
That’s what I said,
I want to eat your brains,
Until you are dead.
I am a zombie; it’s what I do,
Eating brains all night through.
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In the morning,
When I’ m nice and full,
Of lovely brains and blood, so cool,
I will go to bed and sleep it off,
Until the evening when I’ll want some more.
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Ghost House
by Robert frost
I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.
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O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield
The woods come back to the mowing field;
The orchard tree has grown one copse
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
The footpath down to the well is healed.
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I dwell with a strangely aching heart
In that vanished abode there far apart
On that disused and forgotten road
That has no dust-bath now for the toad.
Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart.
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The whippoorwill is coming to shout
And hush and cluck and flutter about:
I hear him begin far enough away
Full many a time to say his say
Before he arrives to say it out.
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It is under the small, dim, summer star.
I know not who these mute folk are
Who share the unlit place with me—
Those stones out under the low-limbed tree
Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.
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They are tireless folk, but slow and sad,
Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad,—
With none among them that ever sings,
And yet, in view of how many things,
As sweet companions as might be had.
There was a country called Zong
There was a country called Zong,
That thought it could never be wrong.
Despite all it tried, propaganda and lies,
It couldn’t be anything but wrong.
There once was a boy named Dan
There once was a boy named Dan,
Who wanted to fry in a pan.
He tried and he tried until he eventually died,
What a weird little boy was Dan.
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Stories for children and young at heart adults
by The Crazymad Writer – ARRRGH.
That’s Joe
That’s Joe
There once was a slug called Joe
Who wished he were fast, not slow
Until one day, while alone
He saw a snail struggling, carrying its home
Now he slimes about happy: That’s Joe
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There was a nation so bad
There was a nation, so bad,
That thought it was superior; a cad
Until it was challenged one day,
By a country far away,
And it made them ever so MAD.
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There was a woman, so fat
There was a woman, so fat,
She didn’t know where she was at,
Her front and back were so round and so fat,
She looked like a ball; it’s a fact.
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I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU CALL ME
AS LONG AS YOU ENJOY READING MY STORIES.
There was a Young Man called Sam
There was a young man called Sam,
Who decided to live in a pan,
Then one day will at home,
He was burned to the bone,
When he mother fried eggs in that pan,
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AS LONG AS YOU ENJOY READING MY STORIES.
Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth
Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth,
And spotted the perils beneath,
All the toffees I chewed,
And the sweet sticky food,
Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth.
Written by Pam Ayres.
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Stories for children and young at heart adults.
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as long as you enjoy reading my stories.
The Day the Weather Went MAD
The day the weather went mad
A day I thought I had been had,
By the weather extreme, quite obscene,
The day the weather went mad.
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The Crazymad Writer 