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Rigelwigel. When the rigels wriggled and the squibels squibbled and the moon was going round, The squables sqwabbled and the drable drobbled his way into the ground. Now Fadragoo walked abaloo away the final drear, To clear his mind and tragarind the pigeloogel fear. Afar the Criastadra fell upon the miry dran, And Hedarts killed the peeriest of al the final glan. The War of Dibatriumph never did uppenadoor, But Fadragoo ran abaloo upon the distant moor. Never did he gomerise the trob which he did trib, Or elperise the rapadrye which cabled at his hib. Onwards he ran, upon the lod, away to Astaren, And left behind a maradraw of portinewdal cren. Still the rigels wriggle and the squibels squibble and the moon is going round, The sqwables sqwabble and the drable drobbles his way into the ground. Despite the lack of draptitudal wyrass in the fren, Fadragoo pids happily in the waiths of Astaren. When everyone done run away. Everyone done run away... Run away they did... And when the folks done run away... Methinks that they done hid. The Brokenhearted Mouse. "I loved her, oh I really did, Why did she have to leave? I knew her since I was a kid I really can't conceive How I'll ever live without her - She's as pretty as can be. My wheel won't turn without her; I hope she does return to me. |
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My scissors make a glorious 'ting' if I tap them there, Indecision. I think I'm writing a poem, I think I'll use a pen, Yes, I'm writing this down on paper, The ink, it runs from the nib, The words do sit in rows, Marauding Peanuts They comes, child, The Tale of the Mysterious Door The fish came marching six by six, Tomatoes in a long, long line, Along float the clouds, a dozen or more, They walked for miles, scratching their heads, Email me about my poems. |