Rogerlene Blount Poems
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‘Twas the eve before Twinkle
Time, and all through the
Not a pugglywog was
lurking. Not even Twick
Their rumplecaps were slung on
the bog branch with care, in the
hope Old Miser Grub soon would
Now Twick in her body rag, and
Twack in his sac, had just settled
down in their spiny crap trap.
Visions of candied ants and gummy
toads danced in their heads, while
cyber lawn fleas munched on their
And what, ohey, what should wake
them from their slumber?
‘Twas the clash of hooves ...