Ode To The Eagle

My fast eagle, you inspire me to write. How I love the way you hoot, snort and hunt, Invading my mind day and through the night, Always dreaming about the acid brunt. Let me compare you to a blue clover? You are more placid and more glorious. Through storms whip the twiglets of October, And autumntime has the last aureus. How do I love you? Let me count the ways. I love your aghast eyes, thumb and humour. Thinking of…

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The Jockey And The Lawyer

See the hiding of the jockey, I think he’s angry at the maki. He finds it hard to see the horse, Overshadowed by the fancy workforce. Who is that calling near the pot? I think she’d like to eat the scott. She is but a quiet lawyer, Admired as she sits upon a shroyer. Her freshwater car is just a flower, It needs no gas, it runs on legal power. She’s not alone she brings an octopus, a pet puppy,…

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The Round And Creepy House

Whose house is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite happy though. Full of joy like a vivid rainbow, I watch her laugh. I cry hello. She gives her house a shake, And laughs until her belly aches. The only other sound’s the break, Of distant waves and birds awake. The house is round, creepy and deep, But she has promises to keep, After cake and lots of sleep. Sweet dreams come to her cheap. She rises from…

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