George BernardBloodyShaw Poems

I love to meet
My meat.

As a carnivore
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Oh!

I've forgotten
That thing
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For this
One needs a line
To keep above.
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The inoffensive little English beastie...

It's a pie!
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Please don't have
a fright
as I know my sprite
will be allright,
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'Plenty more fish
in the sea'
they say
but you see
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It's tree-son!

The reason?
I see a saw.
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A poem written following the travels of myself, Jewel and Mr T.

Christmas spirit.
I think we hit it.
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A hippo named Horace
One day
Ran away
For his own space
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Oh!

It's the currant bun,
My son.
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