Well Andrea, second poem:)
I suppose feral ferret gets loose a bit,
when he ain't n isn't on the tit,
lived too long with little wit,
the ferret comes out cagey.
so sneaking through the tall, short wood,
to catch a chook, for her own good,
cafuffle feathers tasty could,
be just more time a wasting:)
A rooster blurts across the yard,
with feathers...
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