One two buckle my shoe,
Three four knock at the door,
Five six pickup sticks,
Seven eight open the gate,
Nine ten start again,
Nah, that would be silly,
I would much rather go look for slugs to kill.
(It’s funny old world, isn’t it?)
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Posted by The Crazymad Writer on April 17, 2014 in humor, humour, poems
Oh to have legs like insects and things,
To walk on all fours is something I dream,
Or even just two, like HU-MAN THEINGS.
Would make me so happy, would realise my dreams
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I dream of the day, I grow legs and see,
What it feels like to walk, not slime so lowly,
You see, I am a poor slug with no legs at all,
A garbled old thing, just slime and slow drawl.
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Now don’t get me wrong it’s not all bad, I confess,
There are some perks living in a damp mess,
But I cannot help wonder about legs, I admit,
Oh lord give me legs, be it two, four or six.
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Posted by The Crazymad Writer on November 4, 2013 in Stories for children
Tags: slugs, stories for children
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