Poem: Country Bumpkin
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Country Bumpkin
Crow swoops in
one early morn.
Nips the berries.
eats the corn.
Pecks the pumpkins-
rat 'a' tat.
Naps on scarecrow's
rumpled hat.
Like the farmer
and his wife,
crow prefers
the country life.
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moonlake says:
2 years ago
Like your poem...Cute