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I hab a liddle trouble wid my node and allergies;
I’m allergic do the grasses and de bollen ob de drees.
My throat will start do dickle and my node will start do run,
Den, coughing and a-wheezing, I’m nod habbing any fun.
I’m stobbed ub like de water in de back of Boulder Dam
But my node is flooding dissues like de sea floods Amsterdam.

It goes down in my donsils and id gurgles all around,
And oud my monkey boice comes and makes a fuddy sound.
So while I’m habbing trouble, de boor folks who hab do hear
Are habbing trouble also and deir trouble id sebere.
Bud as I wride my liddle poem, I dink of dose who read.
And wonder why my written words have also atrophied.


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.


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Strawberry ice cream in a cone.

Strawberry ice cream in a cone. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Ice Scream Poem

I scream for ice cream,
And if I eat it fast,
I scream an ice scream
Until the headache’s passed.

You scream for ice cream
And if you eat the store
You scream an ice scream
Because your stomach’s sore.

We scream for ice cream,
Our tonsils taken out;
Then scream an ice scream,
A sore throat whispered shout.

I scream and you scream;
We all scream for ice cream.
In spite of all the ice screams,
We scheme and scream for ice cream.


My other ice cream poem can be read here:


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2012.


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