Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum
Were bullies to the core.
They picked on people young and old
Whenever they got bored.
A sickly crow, lay on the road
(poor bird, he took a header.)
But staying true to bully form,
They plucked out all his feathers.
Soon Tweedle Dee was feeling odd
And Tweedle Dum no better
It seems they caught the crow's disease
And now are
"Dead" and "Deader."
The End
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5 comments:
Fabulous! I love the poem! can't wait to see the finished product.
oooohh, my boys?
We have some VERY talented storytellers and poets in our group ... so awesome :-)
Love it!
haha! this rocks.
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