Mary's Berries
A big breasted Maine lassie named Mary
cooked lobsters for her fisherman Harry.
She leaned over the pot
to check out the whole lot
and two pincers grabbed Mary's ripe berries!
Then out rushed her fine fisherman Harry
in his arms a wood bat he did carry
he swung at the critters
and smashed them to fritters
thus saving our fair Mary's raspberries!
rhyme pattern a/a/b/b/a
category VISUAL/ Naughty
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010
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