Byron's Wee Peeps Poem by Francie Lynch

Byron's Wee Peeps



Peep. Peep. Peep.
Wee chicks
I love to keep.

Peep. Peep. Peep.
Chicks cluster
At my feet.

Peep. Peep. Peep.
In warmth and comfort
Sleep.

Peep. Peep. Peep.
For weeks
You feed and peep.

Oh little Peeps
On grain you're fed;
Wee Peeps,
Wee Peeps,
Now dead.
Now dead.

Friday, February 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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