Nearly Poetry

I nearly saw the Nearly Bird

When it nearly hit my window

And nearly got a photograph

When it nearly

Landed on a stick

Then it nearly landed on my bird table

And nearly ate some bread

And was nearly caught by my cat

Who would have played with it

Until it was nearly dead

But the Nearly Bird

Has flown away

So now it is time to nearly go

As my Poetry has nearly

Reached the End

As I’m sure

You nearly know

The End

Noggin

Noggin

Noggin the Nog

Met a Witch, in the forest

But it did not end well as you might expect

And now Noggin’s

A Frog