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A pansy stood out in the breeze

It wished it grew under the trees

But it sadly had grown

Out there on its own

So it could do nothing but freeze.





Marmalade's great on my toast

But unsuitable spread on a roast

Everything has its place

Must accept it with grace

And each has no reason to boast.





A star twinkled down from the sky

And lit up a gleam in my eye

Round like a balloon

Full face of the moon

Peeked out from a cloud passing by.





A lion and a tiger once met

Knowing one  soon would  regret

For this stranger's meeting

Would be wild and fleeting

In the form of Russian roulette.





Eerie refrains have a charm

As long as attached to no harm

But if with a story

Of theme somewhat hoary

They shatter my feelings of calm.





The sunset at night was quite glorious

The sun could retire quite victorious

The moon on arising

It's fullness was prizing

Of sun it was feeling censorious.





A shoe fell in love with a sock

Their mates were suffering a shock

They thought it disgraceful

To be so unfaithful

Watching the two interlock.





I hate sitting down on the flooor

My back now can take it no more

I now really ought

To give it support

Or I wind up grumpy and sore.