The Twelfth of Never
On the thirteenth month on day thirty-three
Four and twenty blackbirds sang in a tree
In the darkest hour of mid-afternoon
The calf of that cow jumped over the moon
Little Miss Muffet and her wee little spider
Sipped apple strudel and ate apple cider
Pregnant again, the old lady who resides in a shoe
Twin-triplets she born, that makes twenty-two
The sister of Jack, beknown her name Jill
She left her water bucket on top on that hill
Then, the lamb of Miss Mary had blew young Jack's horn
When all four twin-triplets were finally born
Pick-A-Title, Vol 25- Rhyme 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
11/23/2020
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