MEEP
The first time I saw meep,It shocked me so much.
I couldn't count myself to sleep,
Even the sheep stopped going baa,
For all they could say was meep.
He stood there proudly displaying,
The feathers on top of his head.
With four opposable fingers each webbed,
At the end of each arm, With four
webbed toes at the end his three legs.
He could change a smile to a frown,
Just by standing upside down.
Smiling with his very sharp teeth.
Oh the looks he could give,
With his kaleidoscope eyes.
Wonder what colours he see's,
The glands under each arm;
Enabled him to breath.
He could drift into the dreams,
Coming out of your head.
Frightening the creature's
Hidden under your bed.
That strange little critter
called meep.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-04-06 at 00:13
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