In the park watching little critters
with a ball in his mouth,
"Tell me dear dog
why don't you fly south"?
The ducks fell about saying ,
" Tut tut tut
Fancy asking that
of a silly old mutt".
Said the dog to the squirrel,
Dropping the ball and started talking.
"Can't they see my lady in black,
With lead in hand doing the walking"?
The leaves fell of the trees, Then started to sit,
Between the gravel and stones in little bits.
Frightening the squirrel in a bit of a rut,
chasing of black birds after his nuts.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2021-08-14 at 02:39
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A WALK IN A PARK
An owl spied a dogwith a ball in his mouth,
"Tell me dear dog
why don't you fly south"?
The ducks fell about saying ,
" Tut tut tut
Fancy asking that
of a silly old mutt".
Said the dog to the squirrel,
Dropping the ball and started talking.
"Can't they see my lady in black,
With lead in hand doing the walking"?
The leaves fell of the trees, Then started to sit,
Between the gravel and stones in little bits.
Frightening the squirrel in a bit of a rut,
chasing of black birds after his nuts.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 281 times
Written on 2021-08-14 at 02:39
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