It’s About Time We Had Some Poetry
So poetry we shall have. Not quite in the Bard’s league nor in the same supermarket as Eddie or his brother Allan Poe. But some nice flowing lines, penned by someone, to sum things up. Well, not exactly sum things up but some lines. A-hem (just clearing my throat), here we go, strap yourselves down as this may get rocky. A-hem (just clearing my throat again). Right, a poem:
The elephant is a funny bird
It leaps from twig to twig
It builds it’s nest in a rhubarb tree
And whistles like a pig.