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Friday, March 07, 2008

Who Let The Doggerel Out?

THE CROW
by: SIPPICAN COTTAGE

The crow sat down and thought a bit

Who is to say what laws permit

I take a thing that draws my eye

My interest is my alibi



I travel through the wicked world

My Jolly Roger is unfurled

I have the knack of nicking stuff

It makes it mine oddly enough



The owners have no fixed ideas

Their compost piles my gallerias

They value things that I don't want

I pick their trash like a savant



I drag bits out and hawk the wares

To former owners unawares

Who ooh and aah at my concision

They're unaware of their misprision



The stuff you want is all around

I find it laying on the ground

But when you see me overhead

You wish you had my stuff instead


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