John Carter Brown Poems

There was a mad artist named Ben
Who painted a pretty white hen;
Then o'er it he pored
And, seemingly bored,
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They're drawing us in
By their subtle design,
Desiring to know
What's your and what's mine.
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There once was a gardener named Bert
Who kept digging around in the dirt;
And with no thought or care
It flew in the air
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There was an old man from The Dingle
Who, the whole of his life had stayed single
He was handsome and smart
He was willing at heart
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I am a careful surfer
I'm watchful where I go;
I slide around in cyber-space
Gently - nice and slow.
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Fear crept into my mind that day
Each little twinge gave me creeps,
Battling the thoughts that came 'long my way
Rattling around in my deeps;
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As the late daffodils begin to
Parade their yellow nodding heads above
Receding crocuses and snowdrops,
Imperceptible changes now give way to a
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There he stands,
As pert as can be
Ruler of all,
In the sycamore tree;
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Go on, I dare you, set yourself a challenge;
You'll be proud of the satisfaction it will bring.
Go on, I dare you, next time you get an itch,
Positively refuse to scratch the blessed thing.
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Hello there, my name is Maggie-dog
And right from the start let me say
That the family have gone to the lakeside,
And most likely will be out all day.
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