Category: poem

This Father Loves the Night-time

  This Father Loves the Night-time This father loves the night-time, when the sun is out of sight; when stars are waking silently to watch the earth all night. He stalks the house alert and still, ensuring all is well. If light...

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MonstERs Aren’t so Scary!

MonstERs Aren’t so Scary! It’s Halloween Emergencies beneath the cloudy skies, And every beastie that we see Is worried it might die. But ghosts and ghouls that terrify Are actually big chickens, They moan and wail and loudly...

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Santa ain’t no Southerner…a poem

With regards for photo to: http://folksinpublic.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/redneck-santa-sm.jpg   Santa ain’t a Southerner I love that man called Santa Claus, I always have, it’s true! He’s fat and kind and...

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