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How The Whale Got His Throat

Rating: 2.8

When the cabin port-holes are dark and green
Because of the seas outside
When the ship goes wop (with a wiggle between)
And steward falls into the soup-tureen,
And trunks begin to slide;
When Nursey lies on the floor in a heap,
And Mummy tells you to let her sleep,
And you aren't waked or washed or dressed,
Why, then you will know (if you haven't guessed)
You're "Fifty North and Forty West!"

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Purbesh 07 June 2018

This is a nonsense poem with a sadistic title

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Brian Jani 09 June 2014

This is awesome poetry

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Edward Hester 29 June 2006

The Doctor Seuss of Poetry!

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