Peddlebery Poem Poem by Nathan Coppedge

Peddlebery Poem



(With hints from my brother Brian the prodigy, who may have wrote a similar poem years ago…) .

Merry, merry peddlebery sits in a tree!

Merry peddlebery is as gifted as can be!

Peddlebery, what does he think of the tree?

Peddlebery, what if he is knocked from the tree?

What do we say of peddlebery's tree?

What do we say of the image of a tree?

Peddlebery sits and thinks its a tree?

Then how can he not fall from out of the tree?

We know we're right when we say peddlebery and rhyme with a tree!

Unfortunately the only way to rhyme is to use the word 'tree'!

When we use the word 'tree' we want to knock him out of the tree!

But without peddlebery it wouldn't be a tree!

Wednesday, August 30, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: genius,philosophy
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After reading the Birth of Tragedy, I finally got up my gumption to imitate my brother Brian the prodigy.
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