about when we ran from a skunk (we didnt get sprayed )
so laid back you could live out of a suit case.
ride in the sunset,
on a horse you just met.
take a walk down the path,
having a laugh.
until ...
the sun shines down with all of its light,
then you see something,
small,fluffy and then black and white.
it suddenly ticks where you are,
a nice country in the heat,
with tourists treading on your feet.
something ticks in your head,
run home to the safety of your bed.
SKUNK , SKUNK
run,run,run
oh no the dogs gone.
oh no this is worse.
the dogs come back ,
after being sprayed by the skunk,
that is a horrible attack.
the smell so bad,
you'd be dis-owned by your dad.
that poor dog,
it smelt worse then a squaters bog.
Poetry by sammy lee
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Written on 2009-02-02 at 12:10
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a horrible smell
t.v.r my favourite place,so laid back you could live out of a suit case.
ride in the sunset,
on a horse you just met.
take a walk down the path,
having a laugh.
until ...
the sun shines down with all of its light,
then you see something,
small,fluffy and then black and white.
it suddenly ticks where you are,
a nice country in the heat,
with tourists treading on your feet.
something ticks in your head,
run home to the safety of your bed.
SKUNK , SKUNK
run,run,run
oh no the dogs gone.
oh no this is worse.
the dogs come back ,
after being sprayed by the skunk,
that is a horrible attack.
the smell so bad,
you'd be dis-owned by your dad.
that poor dog,
it smelt worse then a squaters bog.
Poetry by sammy lee
Read 607 times
Written on 2009-02-02 at 12:10
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