PEBBLED PATH
There was a pebbled path I tookThat led to a willowed brook
Along a seldom used covered way
Where badgers and foxes flitter Through
In the middle month of may
All the animals gather round
The forest to have their say
The new king enforces forest law's
The fairy folk they disagree
As it is there forest too
Everyone Blames tomorrow
But tomorrow never gets a say
The goblins are gobsmacked
They couldn't abide the fuss
The Venus de milo was up in arms
Because his hair he couldn't brush
The cats start getting catty,
While the bats are getting batty.
The horses started horsing around,
So they all agreed to go separately,
Down to the local pub in the town.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-10-03 at 01:13
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