An orginial poem, by Sherman Lackey.
The Man From Nantucket
There was once a man from Nantucket,
Who kept his brains in a bucket.
He lost his mind, they say,
When, one fine day,
Someone the bucket, done tuckit.
Egor
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Thursday, May 14, 2009
Sunday, September 14, 2008
A Little Lamb Poem
We offer an original poem by Sherman Lackey.
Mary had a little lamb,
And she named it Fred.
This was just three weeks before,
Lightening struck it dead!
September is half over, less than four months before Christmas.
Egor
Friday, February 22, 2008
It Is To Laugh
Deep in the forest, there once lived a toad and each morning this toad would look in to the pond and marvel at his looks. He was such a looker; everyone said so, made even more striking by his rich mane of fur.
One day he noticed some little brown spots in his mane and these spots made him worry about his looks. Everyday there were more spots in his main and then these spots began to get bigger.
Alarmed at these events he finally decided to go to the doctor in order to determine what was wrong. The doctor made some tests and then gave the toad some medicine for his condition.
“What is wrong with me?” Moaned the toad.
“Well”, replied the doctor, “You seem to have Toad Mane poisoning.
One day he noticed some little brown spots in his mane and these spots made him worry about his looks. Everyday there were more spots in his main and then these spots began to get bigger.
Alarmed at these events he finally decided to go to the doctor in order to determine what was wrong. The doctor made some tests and then gave the toad some medicine for his condition.
“What is wrong with me?” Moaned the toad.
“Well”, replied the doctor, “You seem to have Toad Mane poisoning.
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