Idle Jottings
Each morning birds chatter and wake me from sleep
In avian society talk is cheep
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A balding sheep who writes poems in the farmyard
Has written a sonnet and signed it, ‘The Baaahd’
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The police came along and I’m locked up with felons
But I only admired the grocer girl’s melons
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My Gran says respect the elderly or we all suffer
The thing is, she’s batty, the geriatric, old duffer
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2022
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