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Now when Ellie was small,that was long ago. Now she can walk. But she's still a duckling. So one day Ellie was sadly strolling along the farm house river bank when a frog emerged from the water.
Cheerio my little chucks; For two years you have run amuck Around about our little place Our little grass, hedgy space, But now we fear we can't go on, You make a mess and the year is long, There's...
One fateful night, when the rain thundered down, A prince slept alone Under his eiderdown He dreamed of a lover With silken red hair And they lived happily ever after, A wonderful pair And what do...
Anyone got any ideas on what to do. Watching sheep race an' listen to cows that moo. Maybe milk the great farm cows too. Anyone got any ideas, on what I can do today.
Chapter 4 <~> "Your gardens great," I whispered, trying not to break this amazing moment. "Not really," he smiled, modestly. "It it!" I persisted. "No. It's tiny.
Hope you like my story :) Chapter 1 <~> Ok, so it's the start of the summer holidays. Most kids would be over the moon- but not us.
There is only one word to explain my short life, and that is hell. Day in, day out I sit in my cramped cage, unable to move; paralyzed.
I think we've got a problem And no it's not next door's cat; You my little chickadees Are getting increasingly fat.
A true story of battery hens. It seemed light years from my upbringing in the shadow of London's Dockland, with our arbour less streets and little back yards of concrete and corrugated iron.
There's been a perimeter breach At chicken Auschwitz-Berkenau. I really have to wonder What has happened now.
This poem is dedicated to @naaviie. This poem is NOT titled for @naaviie.
<daydream> Carry me in arms so tanned, Before taking me to be damned, Lay a rug down over the nettles, And let me kiss all your freckles, A living, moving carpet of green, Truly a beautiful country...
Right one of you is slacking And I don't know who it is, So until you start laying again This place'll be hen Auswitz.
It's fairly slow today. Everyone's been washed away. By rain which is pouring. Making Bluesday so boring. Try a limerick like @PoppyA. She's written one for Nic. And hasn't missed a trick.
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My Very First Time. The sky was dark. The moon was high. All alone just she and I. Her hair was soft. Her eyes were blue. I knew just what. She wanted to do. Her skin so soft. Her legs so fine.
I've got three shadows don't you know, They will follow wherever I go. I've got three shadows ain't that a cracker. Milly, Molly and Mandy-Quackers.
Streams of white fly past my belly - Come on lass, give it some welly. Hot creamy liquid only buckets can measure Fingers are squeezing... Bring my morning pleasure This animal process...
Chick chick chick chick chicken Why won't you lay your eggs for me. It's not like we're cruel to you Or make you work for free.
A farmer on the Atlantic seacoast constantly advertised for hired hands.