Gary Smith Poet Rhyme

Shoo

"There's a fox in the hen house father,
Whatever what shall we do."
"I'll fetch my gun my dear,
You start shouting shoo"

"I'm shouting shoo father,
But the fox, he still remains."
"I'm looking for my gun my dear,
Just you shout shoo again."

"Father I shouted shoo again,
But he carried on instead.
And father never mind your gun,
For the chickens are all dead."

"There's blood and feathers everywhere
That fox, he had his fun.
Now we'll have no eggs for breakfast,
How I wish you'd found your gun."

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Andrea Dietrich January 21, 2017 at 8:58 PM Gary, I really enjoyed this one. chicken- licious!! Gary Smith January 22, 2017 at 7:24 AM Thank you Andrea :)

Robert Pettit January 19, 2017 at 5:07 PM Reminds me a bit of the work of Lewis Carroll. An entertaining read. Gary Smith January 19, 2017 at 5:10 PM Thank you Robert, I'm happy you enjoyed it :)

Chris Green January 19, 2017 at 4:51 PM This was fun to read Gary. It had a whimsical yet fable feel to it. Nicely done. Gary Smith January 19, 2017 at 4:52 PM Thank you Chris, having a bit of fun with this :)