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бичсэн: Altantuya, 2011-04-12, 10:30

I Made a Hat

I made a hat from fur and felt,
a feather, and a leather belt.
I topped it with a pretty bow
and lots of ribbons, just for show.
I held it up, admiring it,
then tried it on. It wouldn't fit!
I pushed and pulled with all my might,
the front, the back, the left, the right.
And yet, no matter how I tried
it wouldn't fit. I nearly cried!
I yanked it off and yelped because
I saw then what the problem was.
I'm such a dolt, I had to frown.
I'd made the darned thing upside down!

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бичсэн: Altantuya, 2011-04-12, 10:28

My Dog Fred

I have a dog.
His name is Fred.
He won't play fetch.
He won't play dead.

He won't shake hands
or sit or stay
or bark or beg
or run and play.

He won't roll over,
shake or crawl.
In fact, he won't
do tricks at all.

When folks ask why
I tell them that's
because my dog
was raised by cats.

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