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A tibbar
Is a nibbler.
He bounces up and down.
His wiggly nose
He never blows.
He never makes a sound.
At the end of his paws
He has very sharp claws.
He has long ears
And a powderpuff
On his rear.
Can anyone guess
What it can be?
It’s a rabbit!
Can’t you see?
'Twas the week after christmas
and all through the den,
I was not stirring
'cept clicking my pen;
I had to write notes
such as "oh thank you
for the wonderful toys..."
Eww Eww Eww Eww!
The envelopes were stacked in the going out pile
with hopes to make someone grumpy just smile.
I'm making some now to my Uncles and Aunts
To 'thank' them for my new cordoroy pants.
The problem remains in
that what they call 'funky'
I simply must put
in the pile called 'junky'.
I know what I'll do
and I'll do it today
I'll write them a letter
and here's what I'll say;
"To make the next Christmas
a fun one and pleasant...
PLEASE oh please
don't just buy me a present!
My friend Matthew Gately runs well.
He's swift as a deer or gazelle.
He's quiet and nice,
and he doesn't have lice,
but the deer do and don't care. How swell!There once was a fellow named Zak,
who went riding on a yak.
The yak tripped,
and Zak flipped,
Then fell on his noggin, poor Zak!
Tanks and men camouflaged with green and brown spots,
Shots like firecrackers,
A knife feels like cold steel,
The taste of hot gunpowder,
Black and gray smoke filling your nose.
Killing.
There once was a man named Balboa,
an explorer he wanted to be.
He sailed to an isthmus and crossed it,
and called what he found the "South Sea."
I cry for the soldiers who will die,
I cry for the families less fortunate than I,
Daddy's not to be found anymore,
Don't look throught that open door.Because of the bodies to be found,
Lain and strewn, upon the ground,
For through that open door I see,
What mine as well could be me.All 'cause of Clinton with all his threats,
I guess many are making bets,
On who will win this bloodstained war,
With chemical weapons made afar.The public's easy to distract,
When bombs are falling on Iraq,
Monica and the DNA stained dress,
This country really is a mess.Saddam's been blind since '91,
With all his big and fancy guns,
UN inspectors move on their way,
I doubt that they'll get double pay.War is stupid, war is hollow,
They say words and you will follow,
A bloody war, a gory spot,
This war is really getting hot.For my final statement I will say,
War, War, never come again, so go away.
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