"bott" poems
There's a Scaredysaurus in front of me,
trying to hide in an apple tree.
Watching him is so much fun,
each of his feet must weigh a ton!
Now he is up, whoops! Now he is not,
fell down and landed on his bott.
I'll go and see that he's not hurt,
wipe his nose and clear the dirt.
Then, forget that apple tree.
Scaredysaurus, come home with me!
Jan 4, 2011
Jan 4, 2011 at 12:03 PM UTC
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a bott#Le off whiskyu, and rum/bn
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC