LIFT YOUR SNOOT AND GRAB ONE BOOT
in limerick style

 

There once was a lady named Poo.
Who loved when the summer winds blew.
One day she was squawking,
“ I can’t go a’ walking,”
I only have one boot, not two.

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She wanted, so bad, to go out,
At long last she started to shout,
And tooted a cheer,
“ I’ve got an idea,
It will work, of that, there’s no doubt.”

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So  she started to crawl on her knees.
But unable to do it with ease.
She  wobbled, alas,
 As she moved through the grass,
Then fell on a hive full of bees.

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” I need to get home, “ poor Poo said,
”To hide in my comfortable bed.
On top of a sheet,
And a pillow that's neat,
It’s the best place to lay my poor head.”

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And that’s what this lady Poo did.
Away from the bees she was hid.
Too soon she was pouting,
“I still need an outing,”
Oh fiddlesticks , fuddely  fid!

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She screamed in a thundering shout.
" I urgently want to go out.
I think that I can,
'Cause I have a new plan,
It 'll work, of that ,there’s no doubt."

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She stood on her hands and her nose,
Up high in the air went her toes.
She wobbled and shook,
Then fell in a brook,
She was soaked to the bone, I suppose.

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“I 'll go to my home, “ poor Poo  said.
Dry out in my comfortable bed.
On top of the sheet,
  And a pillow that's neat,
It’s the best place to lay my poor head.”

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But after an hour she cried,
"I don’t feel, at all, satisfied.
She jumped from her  bed,
Put a hat on her head,
"I'll try a new plan,” Miss Poo sighed.

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For Poo going out  was such fun.
She looked at her foot, just at one.
With a howl and a hoot,
She grabbed her one boot,
Then she hopped in the bright morning sun.

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She merrily went on her way,
On that glorious, beautiful day.
She said to  herself,
With a boot from the shelf,
“I can manage, just fine, it’s okay.”

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Well later this lady named Poo,
Hopped home  and cooked porcupine stew.
She ate it with vigor,
Top- tiddelly tigger,
Then swallowed a buttercup brew.

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She cheerfully went to her bed,
And happily, bappily said,
“PLEASE TRY ..... BE CONTENT,
'Cause your day is well spent,”
When you put a good thought in your head.

 

MORAL:

MAKE GOOD USE OF WHATEVER
YOU HAVE

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