Poems by Alex (primary offspring)

The White Bike

The white bike
And the polite ammonite
Went to ignite
A parasite.

“Not quite”,
Said the parasite.

It check a website.

The ammonite
Ran away on a motorbike.

The bike
Got frostbite.
Alex Moorhouse, 2011.

The Mite

The mite
Was childlike.

It disliked dynamite.

It gave a wiggle
And a giggle
And a jiggle.

Alex Moorhouse, 2011

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