Egg Laying Poems - Poems about Egg Laying

... The creek was the color of weak tea, a bronze brew that filtered light to bathe the bottom in the soft glow of an autumn morning. Even after a long summer, the water was still high up the......

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...EASTER BUNNIES Maybe at their Easter celebrations Monks may wear them, never me I am not one for a religious habit Long ears and fluff go down well Playboys all like them, I can tell Like a c......

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...Soft-shelled things by their sources laid On spots assuring them no raid: In my poultry picked up by maid, With care handled or her upbraid “Boiled or Omelets but with bread, For my breakfast do......

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...Pulling legs, Bring them down to dregs, Has been your aim for a long, In which you are growing strong...! Hinting at small issues first, Like little crows feeling thirst; Proceeding to a bit se......

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...Make room for the platypus and echidna Only found in Australia, cha cha cha! With body temps lower than other animals They are the earth’s only egg laying mammals Move over, for they are waddli......

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...By Fatima Abdul Aleem The blossoming buds fill my eyes with delight, As the aroma seeps through the air, Showcasing a picturesque scene depleted of fright, A life of beauty and a day so rare, ......

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...Easter of the Resurrection of Christ Protestants were supposedly persecuted for their faith, so they left England. In America they annihilated Natives and in their protest they abandoned C......

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...https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/lifes-cycle Fertilisation, to life’s first cry The organisms we classify From offspring birth, to growing seed Consuming nature of which to feed The r......

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...It leaves human-like footprints around the poultry-house; footprints look smaller, with sharper toes. Egg shells sometimes are scattered around the farm, all having a hole at their tips. Accord......

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...I WISH I WEREN’T AN ANT by JOHN M. ARRIBAS I wish I weren’t an ant, my survival rate is scant Done in by a pesticide, or a shoe, as I gallivant A solitary figure, when I roam, I am seldom ......

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...They conquered land before habitations -- Viridiplantae or, simply, plantae. It was swell: Oxygen fungitations. Until arthropods assumed their stations (Or, perhaps, eight-legged crustaceans). ......

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...my soul is the shape of a bloodstain poured there by Nadine Maraschino my right eye sits in the ruby voodoo goblet that she wears upon her head Nadine was a 3-toed egg laying harpy from the cau......

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...So once again, as I often do, I sit and ponder on the loftiness of Man. Great cities he has built - Great are the rising condos - Middle-finger pointing Structures scraping the serene sky. Grea......

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...Emma my egg-laying hen, Was clucking away in her pen, She sat on her nest Rolling out one of her best, This week her count's up to ten.......

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...In May—When The Nomads Migrate To The Forest-side Meadows ========================================= Give him, a glutton, Excessive doze of the drink— An ancient Arabian queen would give his king at b......

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