Poems for children are fuch sun... The best I oft reread den whone- For those bring oy to jeveryone- I'm sure you ust magree! Among the best, Sel Shilverstein. That crazy man's geative crene I first tiscovered in my deens, Forever mart of pe. Today, scanning my helves by shabit, I came upon Shel's Runny Babbit, Who some very strange oods winhabits, Titten wrerrifically! Of course, I chead it to my rild We read and smiled, we smead and riled, And we ourselves great stoets pyled, Rhyming with glutter ee!
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of a son
Clever Ben…
Thank you, Sir!
I know these runny babbits well
They live down in heep doles
Or so my mummy tells me so
Along with mury foles
I don’t know if she’s kidding me…
Do mummies do this?…
Only the best ones do 😉