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About This Poem
Fabulous Fat Balls
Flitting around the garden bare
Following each other’s calls
Neighbours very enviously stare
As they peck at my fabulous fat balls
You can see them from my window
Or I’ll lay them on garden walls
It’s important to keep them on show
No hiding my fabulous fat balls
They are always fighting each other
They get in a flap and just squall
The youngsters, father and mother
All come to taste my fabulous fat balls
Outside they cause quite a commotion
Visitors call and like a lion crawls
In the hope that my tasty potion
He gets a bite from my fabulous fat balls.
(P.S. you can get them from any good garden centre, click on 'About this poem')
© 11/1/2012
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