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"Hello apple strudel," Said the mermaid to the toad. Take my little finger, Lead me to you abode. Down to the gloamy woodell, We'll plop into your pool.
#opussweeklychallenge. Hello everybody, name is fluffypops. And I am a cat, very fluffy and white. I have big green eyes, like emeralds. They help me see at night. I have a friend he is a bird.
Sometimes in this crazy world Its very hard to see You have troden in a fairy It has happened to me I simply didnt notice That i had a special chance And didnt give the fairy A thrid or second...
#bestofopuss. Especially for @naaviie. Left the house early today. My shed - forgot to lock it. And that's the reason that I have. A dragon in my pocket. I know it's not too common.
Which animal or bird Would you put in, What sport, Would you see a Giraffe, Ten pin bowling, What about 5 a-side football, What about some great dribbling chickens, Will have to think of some more...
Trundling along the road Under a moonlit sky I am a hedgehog, small and spiky Who wishes he could fly You see it can be rather hard In this hedgehog life of mine Because that horrid old badger Can...
Under a mountain not so far away, There lives a little dragon with a bale of hay, He lives with his mother and his father too, But its become a bit of a problem when they go to the loo, For squeeze...
Under the rainbow,. With colour so rich,. From a slimy toad,. To the wicked witch,. With gold so plentiful,. We pay with our love,. Sheep with candy wool,. And letters by dove,.
Nestled between the roots,. Earthy and dusted in soil,. Guarded on each side,. By tiny grey gargoyles,. The little wooden doors,. Coloured brown and green,. They hide away so well,.
In my black and pink tutu And my red Jimmy Choos I want to ride a Zebra All the way to Venus Moons With a Capuchin beside me To keep me in good check I wonder who will be there.
It started with some jelly bears, All falling from the sky, People standing in the street, In wonder, asking Why?, Lemony and sugar-filled, It seemed to never stop, Raining all these jelly...
#augustwriteaday. #acorns. Left the house early today. My shed - forgot to lock it. And that's the reason that I have. A dragon in my pocket. I know it's not too common. I know it's not the norm.
Maybe the cats are our leaders,. Reading the palms of our hands,. To tell we were born as their feeders,. And needn't roam over the lands,. Maybe the kittens are monarchs,.
Last night I saw a spider up apon my wall, I knew 'cos I had seen it I would not sleep at all, Spiders can be tiny or huge hairy things, Like long stick shaped monsters or creepy fat rings.
@misslittleDHP. It seems your friend has come around,. Just like a boomerang,. From web in sky,. Easy as pie,. He came and he sang and he sang,. Of course he's smaller,. By a mile,.
#household The Owl and the Pussycat came back to the shore A little dejected and wet; Their pea-green boat Got munched by a goat And they'd got caught in a fisherman's net.
On a kitchen table, Far, far away... There's a land, delicious. Made of food, they say. With a pancake sun, And powdered sugar snow. That falls down gently On Breakfast Land below.
Did you ever see a house So much like a zoo. A heffalump in the mirror And a whale in the loo. A dragon in the bedroom; Not as scary as it looks.
One night as in my chair I sit, (More bored that I would care admit,) I thought I saw a something flit, But knew not what it was, to-whit.
@naaviie @Delilah The poor little Irish lass Beleaguered and bedraggled Shooing nasty Pickers Oh, how it made her scramble.
I'd like to just say hello to you all Before I start this silly poem about my little blue ball This probly seems pointless Well actually it will be Well, not really pointless Just a little bit...
Oh I think a dog I'd be, to lie smugly by the fire, I'd bark at a cat or a fly or a man, or anything else I'd desire.
Everybody knows a camel cannot play guitar. Neither can he play a lute or even a sitar. I know of a camel, thought he'd learn to play banjo. There's only one thing stopping him, the curse of Cameltoe.
Isn't it wonderful. How burning gas lights our world so colourful. Wouldn't it be a shame, To steal the sun to keep and tame.