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Amy Waters Jun 2014
The buzzing of the bees,
The flitter- twitters of the butterflies,
The cuckoo of the roster and
The oinking of the pigs.

The ringing of the doorbells,
The beeping of the alarm,
The fizzing of the soft drinks and
The sizzling of the hot oil.
Onomatopoeia
Amy Waters Jun 2014
Lots of people love their dogs,
weirder people love their frogs,
there are lots and lots of pets out there,
many which don't even have hair!

You could get a parrot now,
or if you had the space - a cow.
You could get yourself a bald eagle,
(even though it's totally illegal).

People will sell you any pets,
even ones that like it wet,
pets are funny, pets are neat,
but please kids,
stop throwing your pets in the streets.

Don't hit the chicks with claw hammers,
you're not "making it even", it's just bad manners.
Don't put the cats tail in paper shredder,
there's no way it'll make him look or feel better.

Don't strangle your owl,
with a towel.
Don't hang your goose,
with a noose.

Avoid these sick and twisted things,
in fact, avoid pets - just go play on the swings.
This is about how cruel people could be to their pets and even others and we should love and care for our pets instead. That's why you could either do something else......
Amy Waters Jun 2014
There's something missing in my home,
I feel it day and night.
I know it will take time and strength,
before things feel quite right.

But just for now I need to mourn,
my heart - it needs to mend.
Though some may say it's just a pet,
I know I've lost a friend.

You've brought such laughter to my home,
and richness to my days.
A constant friend through joy or loss,
with gentle loving ways.

Companion, pal and confidant,
A friend I won't forget.
You'll live for always in my heart,
my sweet forever past.
All about love.....
Amy Waters Jun 2014
Pink is the color of warm embrace,
a kiss from Grandma,
a baby's face.
A wash of color on a sunset sky,
a flush of fever,
a happy sigh.
A cozy cuddle on a cool afternoon,
fragrant blossoms,
a song-bird's tune.
Pink is all puffy, and happy, and proud,
bright as the sun,
soft as a cloud.
My Favorite Color
Amy Waters Jun 2014
"There's a train at 4:04," said Miss Jenny,
"Four tickets I'll take; have you any?"
said the man at the door.
"Not four for 4:04,
For four for 4:04 is too many."
Limerick
Amy Waters Jun 2014
There once was a baby named Lou
And he grew and he grew and he grew
And he grew and he grew
And he grew and he grew,
But he stopped when he reached six foot two.
Limerick

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