The nudist colony
We once stumbled upon an old man
Sunning himself for a tan
The thing that was rude
Was that he was nude
Screaming, we quickly ran.
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Bye bye birdie
There once was a bird on a wire
Singing a tune with all hearts desire
Mr. Cat came along
Good-bye sweet little song
He's washing his face by the fire.
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I would like to translate this poem
Con Nie's B.S. I knew this was going to be trouble, Should I read it? , I was half on the bubble, Just the same, I was lame, and I played her game, I just needed a much larger shovel! _________________________________________________ Sorry, Connie ! I hope that I have not offended, If I did, I should be apprehended, I should serve my time, for committing this crime, but, I'm hoping our fences are mended! B.V.A.