Best Leaper Poems

They called him Jumper

He preferred  Prancer

When he was happy he would prance

Giant circles of joy

And the dizziness

Too many beers and staggers

For 365 days waiting times 4

He would dress himself  outlandishly

Feathers and painting his face

He loved the Mamba and espresso

Dancing to the beat and...

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Where is the grim leaper? The little boy asked me.
I was surprised about this question from my nephew, Lee.
You mean the grim reaper? I queried him.
No, I mean the grim leaper. His name is Jim.

Let’s follow the corn, I suggested to Lee.
I think I know...

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