About the Picklesworth
Introduction to Poetry
Gods of the the Copybook Headings
Friday, January 27, 2012
Bony and Nervous
The nervous squirrel, he looked at me,
Then skittered up a nearby tree.
He paused a sec, and looked back down.
I thought a saw a furry frown!
"Go on," I said, "You've naught to fear.
You're far too thin. I fancy deer."
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