Elmer Jennings Poems

Sibilant sounds? - Zebras pound,
Cross the chasms of a Savannah.
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THE friends I made have slipped and strayed,
And there's a need to cry
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I say - O No I don't want snow!
And once more the Scluptor's hand
Has made of my back yard
Something grand
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The tossing restless wind
Whispers through the corn.
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The little man with glorious beard
Swept the room with broom quite weird
His broom: its ends were both the same
He swept the room and groomed his beard.
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The raven was not a person of prolixity
In fact a word sleuth would be in a fixidy
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