Mophead Poems - Poems about Mophead

...ODE TO THE HYDRANGEA Misunderstood little Mophead, They call her ‘Changing Rose’, Her colour comes from the soil And the acidity in which she grows. Chorus: Water in her name, Water in he......

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...I went in my room. I locked up the door. Guess who comes knocking? Mama of course! Guess what she has? A flat wooden spoon. She bore down upon me. What happened next? I'm down on the floor ne......

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