In The Country Where No Humans Go (A Limerick) Poem by Josie Whitehead

In the country where no humans go,
Live creatures that only I know:
There's a big bamzamboodle
Who lives with a poodle
And a dingledy dangledy doe.

In the country where no humans go
I think that you really should know:
Humans wouldn't survive
For they're eaten alive -
And their bones are then buried in snow.

In the country where no humans go
Lives a very peculiar crow:
He has feathers of green -
Quite resplendent and clean
T h o u g h
How on earth do you think that I know?

In the country where no humans go?
Oh I heard of this place long ago -
But we poets tell lies - (shhh)
And this fact's no surprise - - -
So, after my lying... I'll go.

Bye Bye