Short Bandicoot Poems

The dance of the light frogs and the banditweets went on forever
I listened to their croaks and watched the robins flock and feather.
The night owl had something wise to say but it sounded like a hoot.
What else could happen? Asked a Dracula driven nose dog bandicoot....

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Who is he? They were asking in Montana, Bandicoot. 
It was Mr. Electric Blue spider, and he was a beaut.
He kept creeping along, pretending he did not understand.
Besides, he was on his way to hear a Mariachi Band.

Seriously, do you know him? My neighbor asked me.
I thought she was too curious, we call her Widow Zee.
He’s an out-of-towner, a stranger, I said in my best voice.
I hear that he is a widow man, his deceased wife was Joyce....

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