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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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 😉