Angus-Poetry



Waves. Giant crashing waves Pounding the shore Smashing down like Artillery guns.

Bees. The bee's scream around Like a curse from above Chasing the thief Of their sacred life's work.

There was an old man from Puni Who was said to be rather quite loony He sat on the floor banged his head on the door and demanded some bacon quite soony.

There was a young lady from Spain <span style="color: #008080; font-family: "Comic Sans MS",cursive; font-size: 180%;">Who whenever she cried out in pain <span style="color: #008080; font-family: "Comic Sans MS",cursive; font-size: 180%;">Leapt up in the air <span style="color: #008080; font-family: "Comic Sans MS",cursive; font-size: 180%;">And cried out in despair, <span style="color: #008080; font-family: "Comic Sans MS",cursive; font-size: 180%;">"I hope I wont do this again"

<span style="color: #800080; font-family: "Comic Sans MS",cursive; font-size: 180%;">There was a young boy from N.Z <span style="color: #800080; font-family: "Comic Sans MS",cursive; font-size: 180%;">Who jumped of a cliff and he said <span style="color: #800080; font-family: "Comic Sans MS",cursive; font-size: 180%;">"I should survive <span style="color: #800080; font-family: "Comic Sans MS",cursive; font-size: 180%;">I am only five <span style="color: #800080; font-family: "Comic Sans MS",cursive; font-size: 180%;">Unless I land flat on my head"