Two Moose's - Poem by David Darbyshire
Two Moose's talking to each other
keeps Popping up into my mind
I wonder what their talking about,
This really bothers me, I find.
I would really like to know
so I can stop thinking about it.
Maybe their talking about the winter snow,
or about that sweater they should knit.
Either way they keep popping up?
I suppose, I should get a popper-blocker.
I think that would be the way, yup.
But then tomorrow it will be a punk-rocker,
that will pop up?
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