41. Haunted House Inventory
Wooden door; wide and creaky.
Sculking cat; snide and sneaky.
Skeletons; cold and clanky.
Madame Witch; old and cranky.
Wooden door; wide and creaky.
Sculking cat; snide and sneaky.
Skeletons; cold and clanky.
Madame Witch; old and cranky.
If clouds were made of candyfloss.
If honey filled the seven seas.
If sand was made of sherbet.
If cupcakes grew on every tree.
How lovely to read a poem which brought a smile to my face. Thank you. Best wishes, Ann.
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O, its bones may be colossal,
But the trouble with a fossil
Is that it doesn’t give a clue
As to the creature’s actual hue.
I just love the poem. I had been feeling a bit low, and then I read your poem and the world felt like a brighter place. Thank you.
Famous Poem
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are,
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
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Add two times twenty-two,
To twelve and twenty more,
Take forty-five from fifty-five,
Add four by forty-four.
How doth the little spider be,
A Master of Geometry?
Oh tell me, tell me, if you know,
Where did she learn to weave quite so?
I want to catch a poem,
But I’m not sure how.
I wish I knew when and where,
I could catch a poem right now.
Five little ducklings in a row, oh how neat!
Paddling in the water with their tiny duckling feet.
Close to mother duck they always, always stay,
Just in case some danger or other comes their way.
Super Spring starts off the year
Glistening, shimmering, thundering rain
But warmth comes out, once again.
I am in speak but not in tell,
I am in whisper but not in yell,
I am in peel but not in bell,
And you’ll find me in spin as well as spell.
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