If you find that Scotland
Is in your Soul and Heart
You may travel many Miles
But you will never Part
Across many Mountains
And many wild wild Seas
But no matter where you
Travel
You will hear Scotland
And when at last you find
You leave this Mortal Coil
Your Heart and Soul will once
again
Return to Scotland
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And his close Cousin
The Giant Tortoise
As neither seemed to like
me much
When I tried to breed them
In My Rabbit Hutch
No No I know what you are
thinking, I am not a fool I kept the rabbit hutch in the bath which was full of
water. My experiment only failed because
it appears the porpoise did not eat lettuce leaves and did eat Giant Tortoise.
Well it never said that in my book . . . Fantastic Beasts and How to Breed Them
. . . Written by that well known author
. . . . . . . . . . Ah . . . . thingy. . . what’s their name?
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OPTION 2
I saw a Porpoise
And a Tortoise
Walking Hand in Hand
And on the beach
In the sun
They wrote
Mathematics in the sand
I wrote a short poem today after I saw my young granddaughter sitting on her father's lap while she was getting her "first" piano lesson. Of course being under 1 year old, she was really just banging the keyboard with both hands wildly.
ReplyDeletePoem: Liberate your inner beginner Liberace
I like to just bang away at the keyboard with both hands wildly and make an interesting noise. I am not allowed to do it often as it scares the cats who complain and run off.
DeleteAww, that was a lovely tribute to Scotland Mr Z. I could write one about London, but it would involve the words 'dog poop', 'littered streets' and Ladbrokes.'
ReplyDeleteI think you should try Miss Lily it sounds like it has Ian Dury-esque style written all over it in big letters.
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