Clint Eastwood
Went to west wood
Across the wuthering heights
Charlotte said to Emily
I hate these long dark nights
Jane Austen
Loved a warden
In the shape of
Garden bird
As the wagon train
Made of sweetcorn
Entered the holy word
Barbara Hepworth
Had the last word
When she baked
A scone
To Alfred the great
Who burnt the cake
You’ll never
No you’ll never ever
No you’ll never walk alone
This is good!
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Thank you, I’ve noticed that my more zany poems are quite popular
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Maybe that’s why they are good, because they are different. Because they are “zany”, as you said, they convey an original message. Anyway, great :))
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😀😎
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