sylvia spencer Poems
|161.||A Water Lord||6/4/2006|
|162.||A Field That Saw A War||2/22/2006|
|163.||A Bats Tale||2/16/2007|
|164.||A Clothes Line||3/22/2006|
|165.||A Basket Of Goodies||2/24/2007|
|166.||Ride The Imagination Train||4/28/2005|
|167.||A Wayward Life||4/21/2005|
|168.||A Lonely Heart In A Thunderstorm||9/14/2006|
|169.||A Bunch Of Roses||4/11/2007|
|170.||A House Called Lonely (A Trilogy In Three Parts)||8/19/2006|
|171.||The Cat That Came To Tea||2/24/2006|
|172.||A Cry For Help||2/20/2006|
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The Cat That Came To Tea
There was once a cat called
who had a bad habit,
of inviting himself to tea.
When the clock struck four,
he would tap on the door,
meow and scrach,
then lift up the latch.
He never had a thought,
for dear Aunt Mable,
because he would rush right in,
and jump straight on the table.
He would steal a cake,
from of the plate,
then run back through the door,
and out of the gate.
always there for tea.
Now Mac-fee played a game
called, hide n seek.
At one time he went missing,
for over a...
In Every Town
In every town there is a shop, one that will make
your eye's go pop. A curio shop that has a bell
on the door and there infront of you are trinkets galore.
In the corner there is always a clock and
when it strikes it sends your body into shock.
Highly polished furniture where you can see your
face but you can never move round because there
is no space.Your frightened to breath in case you
knock something down, then the goggled eyed