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