George BernardBloodyShaw

Rookie (One day at the beginning of my life / England is my country)

Squirreling Nuts - Poem by George BernardBloodyShaw

Squirrels away.
They'll rue the day
they met us.
We'll give them nuts,
even drive them
that way
cos some of our nuts
they can't get.
You bet!
Some of our nuts
aren't for you squirrel mutts
but for our tits.
Sometimes the rocking robin
you see,
he's clumsy.
We like being mumsy
to our tits
so they get their little bits.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 29, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 4, 2010


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