Steven Robinson

Rookie (07 June 1971 / New Zealand)

Best Poem of Steven Robinson

The Parrot And The Carrot And The Goose

There once was a parrot name Jack, who thought himeself quite a lad, but one day he met a Goose who decided he was too loose.

Jack tried to chat up the Goose, but the Goose had other games in mind and she stuck a carrot up jack's (well you get the picture) .

Now Jack being proud, did not tell his mates, that he had been bested by a Goose nor the fact he had to remove a carrot form his....I suspect that's what you get for being so smart.

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The Bears Have Warm Ears

Shadows come and shadows go, they grow long on the side of the road,
the cold bites at my ankles and grasps at me ears.
Sometimes I wish were were hibernating deep in our caves,
like warm cosy animals huddling like bears.

The night grows longer and the days grows shorter,
the wind in the willows is like an angry hunter.
Always on the prowl for it's next sneak attack,
catching umbrellas, skirts and all that.

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